"oh, you want a cigarette? Here, take one of mine..alpha's curtesy." Chaos stated, overhearing the cowboy's request and handing over one of the stolen cigarettes from alpha.

Omega chuckled, gauging the reactions of the group gathered. "What that is, my green clad, hylian associate is a rocket. Basically a type of boat between Worlds, in your parlance. Hm..bit rusty on details, but..it looks like..a Russian? Maybe soviet lunar orbiter? Generally good..though the Americans had the benefit of the German rocketeers, so..yes, a tad bit behind." He mused.