One-hundred percent serious. Like... [ He pauses for a moment, wholly unsure of what's grim and dire enough without seeming even more outlandish. ] A plague. Serious like a plague. [ He nods, but there's a dash of disappointment in his eyes. ]

So you were willing to believe space, but not fighting evil in space? [ And then he quirks an eyebrow at her. ] What's so hard to believe about it?