Wow. He must have been from a seriously far-out world. Which was funny, given how fundamentally human he seemed. It actually made Diana smile. It was nice to think that human beings were still the same wonderful, unpredictable, malleable, and delightful creatures she knew, no matter where they came from.

She turned to the bartender. "He'll have a Cuba Libre," she said. It seemed like a good drink for him somehow.

The bartender gave her a sexy, little smile, then set about making the drink. Diana began to consider taking him home. She liked bartenders.

But for the moment, she turned back to Luke. "Where are you from, exactly? What's your world like?"