He considers the best way to answer that. The short version is yes. He's been here long enough to get the lay of the land, a fix on the people that run the place, and work out the best defense strategy if people turn from friendly to hostile. He doesn't know this woman or her motives, but she seems ... nice.

"Well, Miss ... of Nine," he begins, probably not on his best foot. "I'm still getting used to the idea of alien life, but I've come across some pretty powerful people in the past two years. I believe there may be someone out there powerful enough to deposit us where they want, but I also believe if they do exist, they've gotta have a weakness. Everyone does. It's just a matter of figuring out what it is, and exploiting it."

He taps his journal absently, mulling things over a little more. "In the meantime, it's better making allies than enemies. I'm stuck here, there's no denying that. Best to make the most of it and keep your eyes open."