[He rolls his eyes even though that was pretty much his own response when he first found out that everyone was from different planets/universes/times.]

If you're going to panic because I'm a space alien or whatever, don't. About the most harm I could do to you is give a little scratch with my nails. [His nails, which he takes a moment to admire. They're shaped perfectly and painted a cheery, vibrant red.] And I wouldn't risk messing them up unless I really, really had to.

And really, I couldn't even do that right now if I wanted to. I'm trapped in the secret laboratory that's connected to the town and even if I wasn't I can't exactly leave my current position right now since our lives depend on me staying put.

I suppose you wouldn't know it from your current position, but we're in a space station right now. I would love to show you the beautiful view outside, but...

[He throws his hands in the air in exaggerated resignation, accidentally dropping one of the CAT-like devices in the process - he pauses for a few seconds as he scoops it off of the floor and checks it for damage.]

What was I saying?