"Parker says you practice, um, alien invasion... preparedness?"

It wasn't intended as a question, but Alice doesn't make it through entirely straight-faced. The combination of words usually conjures guys with bunkers full of canned meat and guns. A lot of more or less normal people say they believe in aliens, of course, but anyone she's met who takes the idea of invasion seriously has been a fear-mongering pundit or a total crackpot.

Anyone else, anyway.

As he sets the ceramic mug in front of her, she adds casually, "Would you want more practice?—Ohh. Nice latte art."