"A month, about," Luther answers, appearing to relax a little. "From what I hear, I'm luckier than most. Most of my family's here." He holds out a massive hand, covered in a fingerless glove to hide any of the excessive hair. He's... getting a handle on being somewhere between the kind of growth that came from living on the moon and being someone's hairless fighting jockey.

"I'm Luther Hargreeves."