Sparkle, unfortunately, wasn't yet at a place where he'd make sane life choices like 'stay indoors and safe' at somebody else's behest, here.

"... There was this bench in the park. And then last night I literally fell asleep in a rocking chair in front of a tiny fireplace in some giant's living room. It's okay, he was friendly."

Sparkle clenched his jaw just a little.

"And I'm not exactly the only trouble-magnet in here." Deep breath. And exhale. "I've been talking to people, too. Eliot figured it was aliens before Zinyak even said a word. And I've staked out some of the best hiding spots if people wanted to get to the towers without getting shot."