"Lots of humans," shrugs Andrew, who counts humans as aliens. That wasn't what he meant when he said 'aliens' before, though, so he shakes his head. "No one we know. A few species I've seen before, but no one I've met. Supposedly it's very rare to run into anyone you know from before the rift."

He doesn't realize it, but his grip on James tightens just a little as he says that. He puts James between himself and the railing, not relishing the idea of hauling him up the stairs, but knowing it must be done. At least he's not so heavy anymore.