She looks at him oddly, a dark crease appearing at her brow. She's not sure what he means by that. It would make sense, though, in the technical definition of the term. She's not from his world. She would be, for all intents and purposes, an alien.

An alien who willingly chained herself to the floor of his planet's ocean, only to end up there regardless.

Better he not know of that sacrifice, or of Homeworld. Steven was a gem, at least partially - he was already privy to that knowledge no matter who he ended up hearing it from.

"You're the first human who's talked to me," says Lapis with a delicate airiness. The first complete human, in any case. "I guess there's a first for everything."