He'd expected that kind of lip from a civvie. Still not endearing, all he'd done was ask a question. "And when I said one thing, I implied the other. That's how conversations are supposed to work." Like right now, when he was implying that he wasn't gonna take that kind of treatment.

"Just touching it? That's all it needs?" Draw some squiggles on some rocks, press a button, make plants grow? That seemed too easy.