Nanaue has no expectations about what a military base on another planet might look like, so he is very intrigued. He walks by her side, simply nodding to the first question as he lumbers along (she might be surprised to notice how quietly he moves) and gaping at the walls.

"Me save world," he says, nodding and tracing some of the scars on his chest with one large finger-claw. "Bad starfish have babies, eat faces. Make people angry. Me eat bad starfish."

Well, he tried to, anyway. But even he would have a hard time eating all of that starfish. It was pretty big.