Oh, shit. So you really pissed them off. [And that meant he did something heavy. Tucker wondered if he'd get the whole truth, and then he wondered if he would even know the truth if it was offered. This place made about as much sense to him as one of Simmons' stupid tabletop roleplay games, and he was still scrambling to play catch up.

Well, fuck it. Won't hurt unless you try.] What did you do to get kicked out?

[And then came the question he was used to answering. How much detail he wanted to go into was still up in the air; talking about Junior made him happy, made him proud, but telling people he was the kinda-sorta mother of an alien led to...complications. More questions. More explanations than he wanted to do. Single dad worked, but that led to other inquiries, and yeah. Yeah.

Maybe just the basics right now, and Junior? He could come up later.] The aliens back home, the Sangheili? Yeah, prophecy fulfilled blah blah, but hey, got a kick ass sword that's really a key. Pretty awesome, though I had to be a diplomat between them and the humans, which is about as boring as it sounds. You know what doesn't get you dates? Being a diplomat. Everyone's so uptight. [This guy, this guy right here, was a diplomat. Let that sink in for a moment.]

Good enough?