[In all honesty, he preferred it the other way around. At least with acid rain, he knew there was nothing he could do except hide. An alien invasion would mean the threat of total destruction but also hope that he'd see them gone, which would make it even more devastating when he eventually came to realise intergalactic conquest was as inevitable as rain.

He prefers to think he's a realist as opposed to a pessimist.]

Sounds like the better method. I just followed the doctors' orders until I became strong enough for manual labour.

So where do you work? [Because he very much doubts a woman like her would choose an idle life] I've ended up in the hovercraft repair bays; it turned out coming from the relative future gave me a leg up with that sort of technology.