"Well," he replies, cocking his head and giving the self-confessed detective and hero a grin, eyebrows raised as he leans one hand against the rock wall for a moment, "I'm not exactly a normal human."

The guy looks surprised, certainly, and Dylan weighs everything Julian had told him in his mind again before he shrugs. There are times for keeping tactical secrets; that's as ingrained in him as the words una salus victus or the command codes that give him authority aboard the Andromeda.

It's just as important to know when the right time is to give up information you've been holding close, and when it jeopardizes the mission is that time.

"I'm the sort of human who survives on worlds with heavy gravity. Which means I'm a lot stronger than any normal human my size." And a lot heavier.

And with a metabolism that runs a hell of a lot faster, which could wind up being a problem. But one step at a time.