Glacius furrows his brows--studying Nux, listening to his words. This really doesn't make a lot of sense. Lots of his people on this planet? A select team would make sense, maybe, but they largely did their best to stay away from this ruthless world... and he'd heard of no missions that had been arranged to this place, aside from his own. Secrecy was paramount for his kind. This doesn't add up.

"Are you sure you saw others of my species--or are you just saying that there are others like me, other... outsiders?"