Barbara | Crichton
"Oh yeah. All downhill from 30. Mind and body start to go- you start eating prunes. It's bad." He sipped his drink, clearly exaggerating but having fun with it all the same.
He rather not relive the slug thing. Or a lot of things, actually. "I won't tell you about the toilets." She probably didn't want to know, no matter how curious she was about space.
Costumed bad guys? It sounded like a comic book. Or a cartoon. He was having trouble believing part of it, but then again, with the things he saw here? Real-life super-heroes were a thing. That was weird enough. "Let me guess, you're one of the ones trying to stop 'em?"
He grinned and sipped the drink, reading her body language. He was half-serious. Maybe.
"That Penguine guy sounds interesting. Better than some of the bastards I've seen, though."