Well if that's the case then do not, DO NOT let this man ever try to give advice or 'help'. Ever. In fact, run. Just run. Far away. It would only end up with getting slapped or the woman in question try to kill you. That's Harper's taste. It isn't great.

Harper's shoulders slump at the mention of Dylan. Of course he'd met the Captain. "Yeah, that's my boss." He did however brighten a little at the mention of Earth. Then the name. The stack of comics he'd found one day, there were a few issues of Captain America, so the name is familiar to him. Not the others on Andromeda, they had no class, no sense of history.

"From Earth myself, Boston." With everything that had happened to the poor planet during the long night. "What's left of it."