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After landing perfectly, Kyle began to walk forward into the spaceport, allowing Nadya to drop from his back as he continued walking. So many... things... Aliens, sentient tentacle things. He was definitely kicked forward in time, there's no way some form of Galactic 'globalisation' or whatever could happen overnight. Or is something that existed without Earthlings from knowing? Hidden within the background radiation of the cosmos as the War for Peace continued to rip scars in history. That's too much for a sleep-deprived murderer to think of; for now, he had to do what Nadya had kindly described. Eat and drink.

As the girl continued her rambling on about Terra, and what to do, Kyle silently scanned through the crowds. Still struggling to comprehend this peaceful coexistence of so many weird things, his body was even trembling at the sight. Not out of fear, nor excitement. More like... resistance. Resisting his natural xenophobic nature from killing everything that wasn't, or at least didn't look, human.

Before he could be noticed, Kyle disappeared for a mere few seconds as he moved at the speed of sound once more, straining his body in the process. Although, he managed to return before Nadya with some bottles of water and a couple rations of what looked like nutrient bars. Something the lone tentacle thing was panicking over loosing in the background, trying to call for guards about an extremely fast thief.

"I think this'll be enough for now, it's more important to rest up."