The man stops suddenly, turns and gives the teen a quizzical look. "Cook us? Why would they cook us?"

He turns around in a small circle to take in their surroundings, his mouth quirking to the side as he mentally calculates the likelihood of that even being possible. "No, I don't think so. The space is too large to build up enough heat to actually cook us all. They would need a lot more power than they seem to be putting out."

"Of course," he adds with a frown, his dark eyes narrowing just a bit to add to his ominous tone, "It doesn't stop them from trying."

And then, like it was nothing, his demeanor flips and he holds out a hand for shaking. "Hello, by the way! I'd tell you my name, but I have no idea what it is. Green, eh? What's that for?"