[He looks just a tiny bit disappointed. It's not that he meant to get excited at the thought of rescuing that Russian space dog, but he can't help having a little cartoon of it in his head. It's dumb, and it's childish, and the Admiral will probably just brush them off... but why the fuck not give it a try? Ricki's probably got bigger things to worry about right now, like being freshly dead and in prison. But Lloyd can still ask, even if he's not the space dog expert.]

It's more like time makes no fucking sense here. Not a whole lot does.

We don't just have people from different times, but from different worlds. Some of the worlds aren't even real. You heard of Superman? [He's not sure, because of the accent.] We got a chick here who's from Krypton. A relative of his.