This was definitely not a conversation Michael had every day. He was starting to reluctantly abandon the notion of 'every day,' though. It seemed like it should've been hard to make a spy's life look normal in comparison to something. "You sure that's not a --" he began, letting the video or trick or whatever he was going to say wither on the vine, because he knew he was probably kidding himself. "Okay. I believe you. Amazingly. I talked to a girl who runs a shop, Tamper and Trick," he walked to the other side of the kitchen, leaned on the fridge, "she says we've got both demons and aliens here? So if that's true, that might encompass the Drak Pak you said you saw. Hang on, you said a tree? What kind of tree?"