"Thank you, thank you," Russell says with exaggerated graciousness, leaning over to take one of those goodies before the tray's even set down. "It's clear to me that everything is aliens, positively everything, so we might as well embrace it."

With the reveal that the three oddballs not clearly connected to the Network are aliens, and more than a little bit of inhumanness happening between those who are... Who knows. Maybe they're all secretly aliens. Changelings from space. He snorts and takes a bite of the treat, savoring the familiar flavor of family baked goods - and the juxtaposition of it with the ambiance.