"Good to know it's not just us." York doesn't even doubt that there's different worlds out there, even for him. Cal just comes from a time further out where it's a norm for him.

York lets out a simulated sigh, crossing his arms over his chest with a airless huffing sound. "Great. So we've got people trying to do murders planetside and now potentially getting assaulted by the aliens hosting us. I thought everything about this system was supposed to be better. I do not want to be brought down by a fucking butter knife of all things."