And that'll be that. A clear sing to end, a good place to start, or start over, or continue or...

Yeah, he'll probably be walking his bike home.

"It's pretty much fifty-fifty," Glitch offers and glances at the ceiling. "An' then if they do come there's a fifty-fifty chance of a language barrier, for some reason."

Because the aliens are trolls. "I could walk you, 'least part of the way."