Kinner nods grimly as he listens, then cracking a bitter smile. "Bein' gobbled up by an alien sure as hell isn't the way I would've chosen to go, that's for sure. I don't remember much, but I remember enough. Worst part is the alien can make copies of the people it eats, with memories and everything, so there's another me running around back in my homeworld."

He shrugs, shaking his head. There's nothing he can do about that. "I'm all right, or I will be. Thanks for seeing after me, though."