"Suspected aliens," the other emphasized. "I can't make any promises, but all signs point to an alien origin. The level of technology, the language printed on the controls ... I'm familiar with a wide array of languages, and this is like nothing I've seen."
Vandal realized this was likely a lot to take in at once. "I'll tell you what, Mister Claymore," he offered, drawing a card from his pocket, "if you'd prefer to think it over on your own, get used to this City and all, you're welcome to. But should you wish to see the alien craft, don't hesitate to contact me."