Any remnant of the heroic pose he'd struck earlier is long gone, as he practically flails. "I'm not an alien! I'm DEFINITELY not an alien! I'm a boy! A human boy!"
He hesitates, composing himself as he looks at his hands, and the stuff trapping the bad guys.
"...mostly?" He fidgets. "I don't know... I was staying at the shelter for a while, and then... this just happened, and I do stuff now, apparently."
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