"Yes and yes. And to answer your next question, yes, I am working on a way home." He sobered a bit here, folding his arms. His continuing failure to actually produce one was a pretty big sore point. "Have been for over a year. Unfortunately, I can't get close enough to the Porter to figure out a way around its interference. As tight as they keep it locked up, you'd practically have to take over Cape Canaveral."

Not that he'd, like... put any thought into that or anything.