practicality

Tseng shrugged slightly. "Well, that's science for you. Though I've been told that when it comes down to it, ordinary things are all made up of unpronounceable chemicals too." He shook his head slightly as if to clear the memory. Hojo was never a pleasant topic, even if he wasn't being creepy. "As long as it works and won't kill me, I don't care how exactly it works." He put the bottle and glass back down on the little table before answering her question. "I had a ticket to one of the more advanced Earth world - popular tourist destination. I still have it, actually, but it seems a bit impolite to try and get a refund."