Working to save the galaxy from a total extinction level event at the tentacles of an army of really pissed off living starships.

Or at least, that's what I was doing until I wound up back here.

[He fidgets in place. Sarcasm aside, just reiterating their predicament (for lack of a better, more urgent word) spikes his nerves. Physics destroying anomalies aside, they don't have time for this. Not when, within the span of every conversation he's had here, millions of people are doing.]