[Even if he did know what a Mandalorian was, the helmet alone might be a relief. As would be the stolid individual wearing it.

As it stood.... Marshall had no concept of any of that. He was still a hundred years off from a certain block buster expected to be a B film becoming a classic.]

...Just some stories my mother used to tell, [Marshall explained, wondering how the best way to go about this.]

She's an immigrant, so she made sure my sisters and I knew about her homeland.... and, I guess maybe ours if you wanna look at it like that. She's a scholar of history, and her people had fantastic stories

[He shook his head.]

It's a lot. No one cares about stories of the old gods anymore.