"But I don't want to grill him on you." Rachel pointed out, then glanced down at her battered jeans. "Le-"

"Spandex." Kitty cut in easily.

"Right, spandex."

"Try 'Agent Orange referred me to you about training programs.' Rachel." Hank offered, not unkindly. "Avoid anything like 'for the good of my world', or 'tell me of your planet'."

Rachel laughed and repeated the phrase dutifully before waving a fork at the crowd. "I was going to go with something like 'Hello, you're Spang. Can we talk'."