Lucky for Maron, she was dealing with Ace as the first person from his world. He had his moment, granted, but he was generally the most patient person. It was even visible from how he vent the tiny frustration from Maron's way of delivering her message. Only the smallest of a groan.

"To me, you're the alien one."

Regardless, he continued his walk casually. This wet uniform of his was starting to get more and more uncomfortable.

"Rubrum, Orience."