"Oh. So we're more immune to the things that will kill them." Madoka hums a bit in thought. Then gives another smile. "I suppose I don't mind helping. The aliens sound nice enough, and people... Other aliens? Shouldn't be killing each other."

Hopefully, that means it'll be easier to go back home, or bring other people here in the end. He doesn't want to spend the rest of his life not seeing Chihiro again, or Keiichirou, or another actual cat.

"I'll make sure to try my hand at a fixer upper home, then." He won't. He's going to let it stay a disaster and sleep in it. As long as it keeps his head dry. "I don't suppose we have the luxury of fabric shops?"