[Evan's nose wrinkles in something that is dubiously a grin. He pushes his bangs back, long as they've gotten, and shrugs.]

Or if it doesn't benefit them... I mean, zeppelins of pirates? I'd want to know the story there in any case.

Ah, I suspect my extracurriculars have been significantly less, um, noteworthy. I was... helping take care of some alien orphans. Putting my Zeta-12 experience to good use, I suppose.