"Awkward?" repeated Sefton. What would be awkward about one scientist speaking with another to discuss theories and maybe compile data? That he was from another world would be difficult to hide, but with his naturally closed-lip nature, it should have been surmountable if he put in enough effort...

Then again, Lance knew much more about the current situation than he did. It would be easier to defer to him here, though he wished he could do it without having to rely on someone else (even if that someone was Lance). Much of what he had become was thanks to the help of others (Chivy, Devon, even Adria), but with the express intent of coming out of it as someone who could take care of himself completely and totally. He didn't like appearing helpless now that he was old enough to be otherwise. "Why?"