[Ah. Like one of the Sky People. None of her people regularly do handshakes, exactly, and she lowers her gaze to his hand for a moment. Anything else that she could offer (a grip of his arm, for example) would be too ... intimate. She doesn't take it, though. Sorry, Kirk. Lexa's still reluctant to be any less of who she is—and where she's come from.

Still, she'll introduce herself:] I'm Lexa. [A beat. A beat more.] Regardless of the matter of space travel, I believe we have to assume it's happened here. [The hull of a backdrop and the pods themselves are likely proof of that.] But would you happen to know what could involve ... multiple Earths?

[It's the first she's heard of it, but hey—answers. He seems like he has an idea.]