He shakes his head. He does have rockets in his feet. "Not ridiculous at all! Space travel within our solar system is regular where I'm from, and I've been to space for scientific research. It's really impressive you and your friends could stop an entire invasion! Do you all have special powers to help you?"

He's imagining something superhero-esque with humans in cool costumes. Forget his version, flying in his casual or school clothes.

"I've met aliens before and fought with them. More often though, one of the human explorers upsets an alien by trying to steal from them, and I try calming everyone down. I wish rich investors didn't insist on coming along on some of the space missions." He gives an uneasy, lopsided smile at the memory. Why were the people with the most money always the greediest ones?