Earlier today I tore a rift in reality while traversing the Multiverse, [ a whole lot of information there to make Spock's eyes sparkle with fascination, less so Una's, ] and I landed in Christopher's quarters. I am an interdimensional being, you see. The captain was kind enough to agree to keep my presence quiet until I could return home later, but it appears my sudden scent in your reality has enticed these sharks from the far reaches of your universe. Or they ... may have followed me through from mine. Impossible to tell, really.

[ He lies calmly to hide his relationship with Chris, weaving in the truth about the beasts along the way. ]

They eat gods, and I am one.