[ That's Amos for you. His commentary is often that level of on point. He knows what's up.

(If he had to draw a parallel, with being invaded — yeah. The invasions he always dealt with growing up were law enforcement cracking down on the criminal ecosystem that was his home, and they always fucked things up pretty bad. Maybe worse than if they'd just left it alone. If he had to really think on it, then yeah. He'd get it.)

He takes another drink while Wanda details her world. Explains how it is that they won. His eyebrows climb up as she does so, settle back down when he puts his cup back down on the table. ]

Guess that's how you win. [ Again, extremely on-point commentary. He's nailing this. ] We don't got anything like that where I'm from. Just a bunch of regular humans thinking we can control something we don't understand. That kills you when you touch it.

[ A beat. ]

We might actually have been doing alright, considering we don't got anyone special back home like you do. Except it probably helps that all of our aliens were already dead. Or, you know. The ones we know about.

[ He's just as relaxed as she is — and there's something rather nice about this, despite the subject of conversation. ]