"My best friend is an alien," said Kitty, brightly. "Obviously a different species, of course. Small, purple, dragon-like," she said, holding her hands apart to approximate Lockheed's size. "So, I take it you're one of the people the Powers pulled here too?" she asked. It was either that, or he was actually a crazy guy who just thought he was a 900-year-old alien. And Occam's Razor never applied to her life- if anything, it applied in reverse.