Gamora | Crichton
John cocked his head to the side at her reactions, something very familiar about it all. He was smiling, but it was an almost uncomfortable smile as he studied her for a second then nodded. "I don't know about saving the world. Or any worlds. Our asses? Yeah. There was a lot of saving our own asses."
He should have probably stopped there, but tipsy John was chatty John. Well, any John was chatty John. "We were usually on the run. Or doing odd jobs here and there to get what credits we could. Definitely different living up in space. How're you liking Earth? Well, weird, multi-dimension time-frelled Earth?"