It doesn't taste like it's going to start turning stale anytime soon. Although [ He pulls a face, smacking his lips slightly completely oblivious to man's mild hesitantion. ] that's hard to say with the amount of dirt and pollen particles in the air.

[ The bitterness doesn't go unnoticed and his eyes slide briefly over to him. None of the words ring any bells, but he doesn't expect to find people apart from Clara who share the same Earth as the one they're familiar with. The same expectation extends to space. ]

So does that make you a space prince then? And this [ He motions to the visor in his hands. ] your princely visor?