She smiled, and said softly "I will gladly accept any help you wish to give me, Matt.  It is important to take into account, any real 'solidity' I seem to have is due to how well my muscles and nerves work.  Unlike many species, we have no true endoskeleton.  It is all flexible, excepting our jawbones."

Regina smiled.

"I know you guys are far from home but I hope that at least we can make you relatively comfortable."

  Matt nods, "Any reservations I have are purely uncertainties in my being able to provide help.  Even if I can, always good to have options available to you that are self sufficient."

  He considers Archeirae's revelations about her physiology,  "Hmm, perhaps later you can give me some mindset pointers.  My physical actions are still guided by my life experience with a skeleton, these days my flesh is just... flesh."  He considers the length of his headtail, as it raises to head height and it's spines extend then retract.

  "Everything I remember from biology class doesn't seem to apply these days.  I'm as biologically viable as ground meat sculpted and hardened into form, yet I move and think.  But that doesn't matter if I forget basic things like the fact I have claws now."

  Matt nods to Regina, "This bunker goes a long way towards that, more than most would have been able to provide in the first place."

  She nodded, and said "Then you should be able to use one of the combat techniques my own people use.  We dance and weave between oncoming blows by bending in places where we do not look like we should be able to bend.  We normally keep a 'joint pattern' so that we do not alarm other races as much, but that's mostly courtesy."

  "Well, I have my old mannerisms for the sake avoiding the Uncanny Valley down at least."   One awkward moment had been a concerned citizen checking to see if he was dead while examining a library book.  Since then, Matt had remembered to get back into the habit of 'breathing' whenever he'd be holding still for any length of time.

  "Oh, right.  There's a Coms room down here but I figure I'd ask you if we should bother touching it, or at the very least any particular frequencies to avoid Regina?"   Boy would it be awkward he the dialed up the Communist Invasion Warning Hotline or something.

"Just as long as you don't hit on Frequenct 104-9....I don't know who it is to specifically, the only thing I know is to avoid it...which I have," Regina said, now sitting down. She looked at her hands and concentrated, purple energy glowing briefly.

"I guess I'm one of the first Paras with powers from outer space."

  Matt would question Regina's claims, but it's not like he knew otherwise.  Besides, just because he was working with Space Aliens didn't mean their powers were from Space™ anymore than the usual Earthbound Para.

"Thanks, sometimes 'just don't touch that' is good enough reason when you are already wanting to be cautious."  Note to self, check around conspiracy nut sites later when he gets a chance.

"Best not to send communications for now, but we can use it to monitor others communiques, can we not?" At the mention of the word 'para' he frowned. "What is a, 'para'?"

  "I'm hazy on how these coms work.  Could be safe, or it could let whoever is on the other end know that someone is listening in from someplace they would not otherwise look for us.  Though frequencies that are not on a 'Do Not Touch' list we could probably listen in on safely.  As for catchall terms, usual full word is Parahuman meant to describe people like Regina and myself who have....traits, beyond normal Human capacity.  Though it tends to be applied things not so Human as well.  Most humans are...  Well, there is nothing particularly dangerous or noteworthy biologically about the average Human."

  Matt shrugs.  "We have a violent history and ingrained tendency to freak out at things stronger than us beyond our control dating back to when we lived out of caves and had to hunt things over ten times our size that could crush us with a passing gesture for food using sharp wooden sticks, during an ice age.  It's probably why we're alive at all in the first place, but it's also kind of a problem when our survival instincts lead us in the wrong direction in more peaceful times."

"What he says is right," Regina added. "We unfortunately have a habit of fearing things we don't understand. Well...I"m an exception to the rule, I guess you could say, which would explain why you're here in this bunker. But... to elaborate a bit more....Paras have been spawned by magic, by radiation, and different things along those lines. But never in my knowledge has a Para been created by anything from the stars. I think your power source may have had an odd interaction with me. Rest assured though, I'll use this power to aid you guys."

  Archeirae chuckled, and said "Your people don't have cold fusion yet?"

  "Some people don't understand how a ballpoint pen works and that's no cause for paranoia.  I think its more the 'can hurt us' than the lack of detailed knowledge on 'this is how their hurting us works'.  If a guy throws a truck at you through the power of his mind, that's enough to work with understanding wise."

  Matt turns to Archeirae "Not unless they are hiding it somewhere, no." He'll save any digs about how they don't have people sent to The Mines over landscape art either, for if anything actually insulting about Earth comes up.

  Archeirae said "I'm not laughing at your race, but at the irony of it.  The person who could have most helped your race's technology, was Balkree."

"Balkree....that is unfortunate.....but we've got you guys," Regina added. "As for what I can do.....it seems I've been enhanced.....I can fly, nearly at supersonic speeds, there's some sort of blastfield that protects me...and I can shoot bolts of light from my hands. I've been trying to think if there's any sort of weakness that I should be aware of..."

  Matt shrugs, "While nice to hear you aren't amused by the comparative tech level, I'd have also preferred your friend live even if no personal benefit came of it."

  He faces Regina, "Just in case, I'd avoid hand to hand combat with things that can crush bricks in their hands.  Or exotic metals like Rodium."  Matt is not weak to Rodim, there is just a small part of him hoping that if the rumor spreads them some poor idiot will spend a hilarious sum of money on the stuff trying to get at him.

  'Faberge eggs!  My one weakness!' would sound a bit less convincing.

The Blue man frowned. "We have no such beings on our planet. Each clan is connected to an element and uses its strength accordingly. Each Arkalian must train for years to master their abilities however."

  Archeirae nodded, and said "I am not certain how much the rest of us could help, technology wise.  But we are certainly stuck here without a viable starship.  Please, tell me how we can best try and blend in?  Is there much hope for, example, for me?  I appear to be pretty tall, for this planet.  And have too many digits."  At almost eight feet tall, she was definitely on the tall side.

  "I have NO idea.  Certain literature has lead me to believe that that a hat and coat is enough for anything from six foot tall walking turtles to robots that turn into cars...  But I don't think that would actually work."   Matt may be seven feet tall these days, but he slouches and fits underneath most of an outfit, so it's all good.

  "As for spontaneous compared to training, at least you have a better understanding of what you are doing... Though there are sorts lurking around here who seem to have taken that path as well.  Regina being part of the Air Force I'd assume at least has the basic training of snapping the average man in half if they look at her funny with her bare hands.  I'm a bit more... Informal in my learning there so far.  Though you could probably guess that from seeing my end of the fighting."

Regina looked at the strange entourage of alien life that was with her, her face in deep thought.

"Blending in? Um....do you have anything like a holographic projector that might change your appearance? Or like a reverse cloaking device?"

  Matt would expect a reverse cloaking device to just make something more visible.  Though he was curious if Halkor could get away with claiming he was a reverse albino.  Or just a very tall Smurf.

  "Yeah, this is probably going to be tricky.  Halkor's more passable as a Human than I am aside from the skin color though, and I wander around at night and some days allright.  Though blue is a bit more eyecatching."

  Archeirae purred her amusement, and said lightly "Well, there's always the option of, well, trying to 'slump', I suppose.  Let me get a better look at our hostess."  She moved, fluidly moving along to get a much better, closer inspection of Regina.  Clearly trying to absorb the details of her stance and posture.  Moving from two legged movement to four and back, like a great predatory feline as she studied Regina.

Regina had a slightly nervous smile as the "Alien Cat-Lady" studied her.

  Archeirae asked "I'm assuming you're a typical specimen of the native life, since Matt says he is not.  Am I incorrect?"

Regina nodded. "Aside from the fantastic starborn cosmic power I've got flowing through me now....yes, I am pretty typical."

  "How do we know you didn't get one of the lame start picked on in star school anyways?... Okay that felt like it was going to sound more funny and less moronic before I actually said it."