Hmm. I know nothing of significant pink lights or stone snakes- though we have our own share of troubles in New York. Do you know anything about the aliens? Their aim, perhaps?

[Though he can recognize Julien's attempts to draw back from fully discussing the difficulty of his change. Perhaps he-- had gotten slightly over eager to speak to the young man. The combination of a youth his sons' age, and their mutual transformations...

He nods.]

Yes. I appreciate your forthrightness. Perhaps instead we should look into this city we've come to.