At the offer of food the little kitten that Lance still hadn't thought of anything like a name for quickly raced over and began to grab a bite to eat. Lance chuckled faintly at the eagerness.
Michelle's question forced Lance to pause. He wasn't sure if he should say 'I'm a Paladin of Voltron, saving the universe from these alien cat things that wan't to conquer it' or stick with something more benign. In the end, to sound less crazy, Lance went with benign.
"I'm from Veradera," Lance said with a wide smile. "Although I haven't been home in a while." A...cycle? Two cycles? How many years did that make it now? Lance didn't want to think about it. "I've been at the Galaxy Garrison learning to be a Fighter Pilot, you know? Defend the Earth! That sort of thing."
Lance turned up the charm. "I have to say, I'm the best pilot in my class. You fly with me and your ride will be the smoothest, sleekest, thing you've ever had." He made a motion with his hand as if to demonstrate.