"You don't like the sound of it because, one, it makes no sense, and two, it's too good to be true," April supplied as she carefully slid the sugar bowl back onto the righted table. She began to instinctively pick up the other scattered items, but was immediately waved away by two hotel staff who swooped in for clean up.

"So, what are you?" she asked the guy instead, stepping aside and motioning to the armor. "Some kind of space soldier?"