"It doesn't? Sounds nice," says Grif, with actual sincerity. "I'd take 'not fighting in space' over the superpowers thing too, if I got to pick."

Or 'not fighting at all'. Or maybe even 'not doing anything at all ever', that sounds about his speed.

On the subject of the present, he peers around the room at the many subtle displays of deep future technology. "My present's like..." he thinks about it. "We've been in space since forever now, but not even close to as long as these guys. This isn't our future though, nobody has actual superpowers back home and our aliens are assholes."

"...You know. Even more than these guys." He jerks a thumb over one shoulder toward the crowd, pleased with his own joke.