This time around, both his eyebrows did the steady crawling up his forehead trick. "Bodyswapping, yeah. Not pretty."

And despite the not entirely good memories of the bodyswap thing, he couldn't help but feeling a touch amused at the choice of excuse. "Right. But, in keeping with the paranoia angle, if we can we stuck in a body not our own, there's nothing suggesting our memories couldn't be transplanted into an alien object." He hrm-ed, pursing his lips. "Like robots. We got some pretty high tech units back home, wouldn't put it past the aliens to try to outdo 'em."

Suddenly trick questions didn't seem so clever anymore.