He nods. "My parents died in a shuttle crash when I was two." He pauses for a moment. "Scaled to the rate humans mature at, I would've been roughly four, physiologically. My species matures about twice as quickly as humans do, though once we reach adulthood we age at roughly the same rate."

The waitress stops by the table to ask them what they'd like to drink. She's human, with dark golden hair tied into a loose tail at her back and brown eyes. Niverian orders glasses of ice water for both of them and a bottle of red wine for them to share. Once the waitress leaves to get the drinks, he turns back to Purple. "So, how did you come to be part of the Initiative?" he asks, genuinely curious.