"Isolated colonies sometimes forget about the greater galaxy, but why these Earthians would actually think it's not possible to be nonhuman..." A little disgusted, he started walking again.

"I woke up covered in it, and it doesn't seem to brush off easily, so if it makes me sick, it makes me sick. But I think my skin can handle it - lungs are a bit more delicate," Rogue said, pausing to kick at a particular mound of ash and finding a shapeless canvas bag, right where he'd buried it. He hefted it up and turned to Fred.

"But I'm still going to turn in. There's no shortage of helping hands and, well, I'm hungry. See you around, I guess?"