Given he's piloting, he can only really glance to the side at the display. And then glance again. Right -- the reason Nihlus had been struggling with the plant, the first time they met.

"I... am impressed you've got it so well in hand." A beat, and then, "No actual joke meant that time. It's true."

What about you?

He focuses on the road. Hard. On the passing cars. The lights going by. So he doesn't have to see lights overhead and hear alien voices and feel pricks like knives under his skin.

"I don't know." He swallows. "I'm sorry. That it happened to you."