[Don't worry, Dorian, he'll slow down soon enough. He's not running away. Just trying to pick up the pace for his companion's sake. He definitely slows when his Lairon nips lightly at his metal fingers. Shooting a glance at the mage trundling along with them.]

[See look. Kuro is warming up.]

Sorry, bud. [And then, to Dorian.] It shouldn't have surprised us, either, thinking back on it.

[Though his expression does fall a little flat once the question comes up. One of these days, he's got to steer them to better topics. Anything, really, that doesn't come back to deep space horror. So... he schools it, abruptly. Changes the topic from the Galra ship blotting out the stars to...]

Our Princess. [He can smile when he says it, now.] Well. The Princess, I guess. But we're technically under her command.

And she made it very clear she's the furthest thing from human you can get.