[Extermination efforts on the mutated and a large, reptilian beast from under the ground. All things to keep in mind, though he had no way to apply the information just now. But it all spoke of the Kraang and a farther-reaching influence than he and his sons were prepared for.]

Senses, yes. Weird, no. If they are so keen as to allow you to track star patterns in daylight, then they are likely of use.

[And at the mention-- he pauses to close his eyes and inhale deeply through his nose. The air is so much clearer here-- Far different from the musted, organic smell of the sewers and underground system- much less rust and metal and oil and grease. Certainly not New York.]

...It is Spring, also. [Or so he'll guess, given the mild weather and the abundance of flowering scents.] That was not the case back home.

[Southern hemisphere, perhaps?]