[ Gray really, really knows what she's doing. He shifts over to the hole she's made, gently lowering their seedling — now free of its earlier pot — down into it. He talks as he places it in, using his hands to start to bring the soil back to it to fill the rest of the hole back in. ]

Yes and no. We met their tech. The aliens who used it were long dead, though. And the tech had a habit of killing people, so that wasn't great.

[ He's nonchalant in his words, but not his actions as he finishes up, pulls back so Gray can give a final inspection. They're just making conversation now, but they've also really gotta make sure this plant makes it. ]

It talked to Cap though. The tech. Or the dead aliens through the tech. I'm not exactly sure which; whole thing was weird. I don't think anyone really understood it. Pretty sure anyone who thought they did was just some asshole.

[ And not the regular kind of asshole, like he is; more the self-important pompous douchebag type. There's a hint of disdain in his voice at the idea before it fades away. ]

Guess it don't matter now, though. [ Because everyone is dead. He glances down at their seedling. ] So, how do you think we did?

[ Because he isn't the kind of asshole to go around acting like he knows things when he doesn't. Gray's definitely the plant expert, not him. ]