"Cricket's been real helpful to me as my assistant. I've been teaching him how to work with machines from my time as well as his.." Palmer bites into the chicken. He looks up when he hears Kinner's name. "Oh? You met Kinner? You might want to visit his shop sometime. He makes the best fish in the Nexus by my books. He brought some biscuits and shrimp for the party. Might wanna check his stocks out sometime."

"Thanks, Forrest." Palmer acknowledges the permission he's been granted. "You can call me Palmer. Or Jim, but Palmer's what I'm used to answering to. Cricket and I were in a bit of a similar boat. Not bein' able to go home to our worlds."