[this puts a bit of a damper on his long-term goals. Manabu hums a dubious note, planting his hands on his hips as his gaze drops down to street-level. Magnet pads over and peers up at him, head cocked.]

Bringing scary things...to places not ready for them...that's no good. [...] But neither is us staying stuck all alone, either!

[he hmphs, shifting foot to foot before starting to pace (this guy cannot stand still for too long, okay?).]

Maybe something of an in-between...quality-checkpoint...Like how they do around the asteroid fields...