[Blake looks at him for a second. Then he grunts a laugh in spite of himself] Hell no. Nothing from space is going near my ass.

[He's drunk enough that joking about this just seems a little risky, not fucking insane.] Besides, didn't you say something about a ten foot pole?

[He finishes off his beer as he tries to process that family relationship.]

I woulda figured you'd be too young to have a kid. But when you say technical...shit, you don't mean his mom's dead or he's adopted, do you.

Could be worse, though. Hell, there was some girl a while back saying something about...fuck, I don't know, meteorite test tube babies? She coulda been screwing with me, I don't even know how to tell anymore. Nobody here can just come from a broken condom like normal.

[He snorts] Try living with "Carter." You get a lot of "That's not even a name."

[Blake catches the shot glass.]

Hell. Why not.

[He raises it toward Dirk] To weird shit falling out of the sky.