In those few moments Chance felt his world a bit shaken at several foundations. First there was Valkyrie, her lips locked to his, her amazingly athletic body so close to his he couldn't help but wrap his arms around for just a moment, pulling her deeper into the kiss for just a moment, before being interrupted by the sound of jets and lots of metal crashing nearby, enough to look at the newcomer and break the kiss, but no less the embrace.<br/><br/>The screams of surrender were enough to make him turn further and break the embrace reluctantly, letting go of the girl. Neither rejecting her, nor accepting her, just turning his attention to something else. Which was in many ways a whole lot safer.<br/><br/>He lifted his hand to the others, Dreamweaver, the newcomer, and even Valkyrie, signaling them to hold their fire, as he calmly approached the alien, looking at her with not entirely unkind eyes, but absolutely not the same way he looked when he was in the arms of the Evil one's mirror image.