"Interestin'. Does it work any differently than a usual bob? That isn't sonic?"

Kinner examines the bob for a moment, then tucks it into his coat pocket. He'll try it out later.

"That's a good question. First off, it turns out somebody wrote a book in another universe about my team and what happened to us. As fiction. My alien duplicate was in Antarctica and was killed. By another disguised alien, ironically. So I'm pretty sure I'm me. But I understand your worry. Those aliens have larger appetites than humans, and they like their prey alive."

He slips behind a drink machine to fix up the Doctor's root beer, presenting it to him. He'd made himself a lemonade. "Mind if I fix up something for myself?"