Greg's eyes practically gleam in the low light, full to the brim with enthusiasm. Another casual lover of space is just as exciting as any professional--someone in the same place as him, in a way. He crosses his arms over the top of the bench.

"Eheh. You got me." It shouldn't come as a surprise that he's pegged so easily; even out of his typical rockstar duds, his look screams "art" far louder than "science."

Looking back up at the sky, Greg smiles. "I like to remember how big the cosmos is. Anything I can dream up seems easy in comparison."