Phil can already feel his tense muscles relaxing. "Well, back on my home planet-" Phil is saying that wryly as a joke, although on the train it might be taken seriously. "-we had this thing called 'marijuana.' Weed, pot, the devil's lettuce? And lo, it was good."

Phil waves a hand dramatically, sizes up Devero, and settles against the wall beside him. He's apparently planning to stick around for more.