"Yeah," he mumbled through his hand, trying to cover a yawn of his own. So they were definitely even there, and he smiled, resting his elbows on the table, face leaning into one hand. "I need to work on the actually talking to more people I don't know around here now, I guess." He was preoccupied before, all right? If anyone were to ask now as to why such a cheerful and rather loud young man had recently taken to being less social than usual, Sean would blame Alex without hesitation. With all parties now present, he could do that with a clear conscience.
As to the aliens? The expression on Sean's face twisted a bit, taking on a slight grimace. Had he been in his own world just a few years longer, he might have had some cinematic frames of reference. As it was, his main source for alien stories or even potentially hostile takeovers tended to come from a great deal of time reading and, as far as most of his favored authors were concerned with the subject, the future was primarily expected to hold a great deal of bad news.
When he spoke on the topic, he did so with a sigh. "I don't know. It's weird. I mean, I can tell you Erik doesn't like it right off because we're, you know, here." 'Here' as in the kitchen, as a group, which he indicated by pointing down. "Not so sure how I feel about it myself yet, though. They make me kind of... nervous, I guess. Just 'cause they're up there and not down here so we're stuck trying to figure out what we think about them when we're really kind of, I don't know, blind?" Retrospectively, as much as one can be retrospective a mere moment after speaking, Sean is pretty proud of himself for stringing that many words together without actually babbling. He's pretty sure this is the first time he's managed that with Kitty.