"No." He agreed about the stitches, looking at his hand, confused. "It sure as fuck felt like I was going to need stitches."
Evan looked at Jack, shaking his head. "So you'd rather actually be some kind of monster than have aliens make you think you might be some kind of monster? That makes no sense to me, Jack. I'd rather deal with aliens fucking with my head. I'm a guy. Just a guy. Yes, I can find anything you want me to find, but I'm a human being, and pretty happy with that. I don't want to be anything else."
He smiled at her a little bit. "I was with the aliens. They didn't want me to remember the awesome party they threw in my honor, because it would make the rest of you jealous. What can I say? I'm cool like that."