Are their mountains made of crystal? He thinks on that for a moment and then squints at the article again to see if it's mentioned anywhere, but between the imperfect translation of the text and the casual mention of the event as if it's just another day's weather, there's plenty of information missing.

And maybe it doesn't really matter anyway, since Will is content to move on, and so is he. Though mountains made of crystal sound pretty damn cool, he thinks.

"Sure, could be like that. I mean, that's important stuff," he says with a nod. He was thinking something a little more conceptual, maybe more self-reflective, but Will's mind is clearly on full concrete science tangible reality mode.

"Get that worked out and we don't have to worry as much about what we might accidentally bring in," he adds as he draws a cigarette from a pack, then slides the pack toward Will in case he'd care for one too. There's no need to specifically call out what kind of things could go wrong eventually if they don't figure it out - they all know why they're here, after all. Dr. Solis might not have been fishing for giant, horrifying, world-consuming space cattle, but apparently those are out there, so what else is?