[A boy from Earth's 1889 doesn't have much point of reference for space—Martian is the best he can come up with. And he's highly skeptical of Jasper to this day.

More to the point, though, right now he's angry. It's hard to tell what pisses him off more: the bastardization of his name, or the stab at his chastity. Both of those things are very personal to him.] You're such a bitch, [he says, going for simple insults at first. He says it really frankly, too.] You started it, being cross straight away when I was minding my own business. You shouldn't pick on people, it's rude.