[There's a beat as he tries to figure out how the hell an astronaut would see people getting shot, but...he finally dismisses the confusion. Maybe it's something he's seen from Apollo's case files. Or maybe it's an LA thing. He remembered that city had some rough neighborhoods.]

Mm. I understand what you mean. It's too easy to kill people with guns.

[And that's from someone who has razor sharp claws. But he also sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. This...probably isn't helping either of them, dwelling on this. Not when they can't change any of it at the moment]

[And so, after a pause, he'll try to change the subject]

Hey Clay, why are these clouds in space anyway?

[Please don't cry because the guy you're dating is so clueless]