...Our memories rewritten to suit the needs of those that brought us here. Our bodies shut down from glitches in the ports. Battle forced upon us outside this dome for a people we are not beholden to against a foe for which there is no true cure.

We are as pawns here, Captain. Diminished pawns at that. The people do not know if they should fear us, laud us, or aid us at any given moment and much of our true questions of how to return home remain unanswered. There are circles within circles ever turning with their desires and none speak plainly or clearly. All is shrouded in mysterious intent.

[ He motions to the bartender for a glass of water, sliding that into Steve's hand in the shot's stead. ]

Drink, Steven. I shall take you home and explain more where we may not be heard.