[janus' eyebrows end up buckling into each other then popping up, a little like a certain dwayne the rock johnson of otherworldly fame. fried brains is a correct assessment. the truth is, they'd gone a long time thinking about it in terms of being neither of the two possibilities in the binary, and that had sat uncomfortably with their enjoyment of makeup, which was already identified as a bit of a waste of time in hunter culture. being both, or the option of both, now tha--

wait. now, as juno says. now. they haven't introduced themself.]

Janus LeFevre. [they put out one hand to shake, a little automatically but not stiff at all. juno might be very crusty, crustier by far than most anyone janus has ever attempted to befriend before, but that's sort of what happens when your peeps are spiritual murderers instead of futuristic space gumshoes.] I'm from a world earlier than yours. Less advanced, I think. We fight with swords and haven't established anything on Mars besides a crash-landed satellite, maybe.