[ Strange, yes. Earthlings? Another word that seems familiar even if she can't place the meaning. It is a strange situation none the less, but she accepts it just as she accepts his help and instruction in the moment and puts on his shirt. It's less restricting, which is nice, a little billowy on her if almost indecently short, but she's clearly unbothered by it. But it does smell different--like him? It's comforting.

She walks alongside him and manages to get out, ]

What is Coran?

[ Her questions are answered just as fast as they're posed. She's met with an older man with bright orange hair and a shocked expression. Allura stops immediately in her tracks, her own eyes widening as she fights against confusion and recognition. ]

"Allura...it really is you!"

[ She looks between Lance and the new man, then focuses solely on the latter. ]

Coran...?

[ There's barely a moment between saying his name and Allura being wrapped up in a tight embrace. She's a little startled by it, though something smooths over in her expression, perhaps some understanding, that let's her return it. ]

"By the ancients...!"

[ He pulls back, wiping a tear from the corner of his eyes. ]

"We'd all thought that Lance here had finally gone off the deep end into the Hornsburgle Swarmnest when he demanded to come out here, but he was right all along."

[ Allura tilts her head, registering..."Lance" and "Hornsburgle Swarmnest", but... ]