Glenn absently clasps his hands together, looking over at the stranger with a mixture of a distant and guarded look. The gossamer mask he wears allows the circulation of air, but its subtle stickiness traps his cells from escaping it.

"Ah, no it is quite alright." Frowning he looks away, towards his ship, and then back to Ben. Seems they have similar taste in color choice. And, from what little he can smell through the mask, the Igaean desire to reach out in spite of the danger wars with him.

"I have visited a few different galaxies, so there is a very small chance that I have passed through yours.

"But-- please forgive my bluntness. My cells have a contagious quality that is all too eager to permanently mutate those I come into direct contact with, so long as they are organic beings in nature with more complexity than a plant. My attire keeps it contained, but additional distance is safer since it is not the type to include its own oxygen supply. Especially while I am continuing to try to find a method to... nullify that quality. But I really... don't..."

His whole body is tense, ready to bolt at a second's notice, as if he's all too certain he doesn't belong here at all.

"...Ah. I'm... Glenn Sparks. From Neo-Earth."