"There has to be, there has to be, something else in this universe other than us. Gotta be!" Avery took a drink, watching Lyra avidly. "And they have to be watching us here, right? So they send someone down, some sort of watcher: handsome, white, male, can get into anywhere with little suspicion, and he puts sleeper cells into the government. The government don't even know, cos fuck knows they couldn't keep that secret. Can't keep Area 51 a secret!" He laughed derisively, but he was circling back around towards Archer again. "The aliens just take on this face to present themselves to us. Do you want another drink?"