It's all Shaun's fault. He was such an inspiration in his black trench coat-y thing with wet hair, leaning silently against the wall in the food suite and observing stoically all the things the rest of the Alphans talked about... He looked like he was just in a fight in a dark alleyway somewhere and he saved the world but couldn't talk about it.

Stepping out of the pouring rain into an empty, well-lit entryway, Lash calmed his rapid breathing and racing heart. The innocents here were ignorant of the evening’s incident, and he had no intention of enlightening them. Slinking along cold, white concrete walls, he slid into the one room teeming with life.
Skirting the bright girls gathered in an amoeba-shape, he silently took in the peaceful activities, which sharply contrasted his experience only minutes before.