If they don't know we're here already, their robot overlord is more useless than I could've imagined. [Because they'd stolen a goddamn space ship from the UE; if they weren't monitoring the skies in the hours before they launched their nukes--

Charlie taps the top of his tablet absently, leaning internally on something he doesn't really want to put a name to. This is dangerous business and broaching it requires delicacy that he's not really sure he has.

When he does, Charlie doesn't look directly at Johnny. Like if he avoids the young man's direct eye line, he's got room to back pedal if he needs it:] You seem to have a good head on your shoulders. Maybe you ought to think about doing something about this nonsense.