Lance nods and slowly lowers his hands as well. He doesn't take it personally, understanding quite well exactly what he means. Then he grins a bit ruefully.

"Yep, Earth's where I'm from. Heard that one loads of times."

Then his brows raise slightly at the question, also a little impressed Paul remembers his name. It's not like they had a ton of encounters, though Paul's kindness while he was corrupted sticks out in his mind very well. It's part of what drove him to come see if he could help.

"My place? Dude, the beach belongs to everyone, don't sweat it," he reassures easily, and then bends down to pick up a piece of super-heated black glass, "Looks like you're having a hell of a day, man."