The Cremator tried his hardest to ignore the squabble amongst the people behind him, clenching his pistol with a steady, gloved hand. The stairs were pretty long, but it only take the man a few minutes or so to reach the top. With a calming breath, he opened the door and stepped outside, clicking the safety off.

"Physicist. Leave if you're going to act like a brat." Cremator gave an annoyed glance over his back.

(Who exactly controls the aliens, by the way?)