"Mmm?" He asks, looking up from his book. One of the many romance novels on offer in the ship's library, some rot set in the regency. Bit of light reading.

"Oh, you know, this and that. Not just any one thing. It's just-"

A hand goes up, fingers limp and curled as it sort of rests in the air while he gathers his thoughts.

"Do you ever hear one thing, then another, and your mind won't stop banging the two ruddy things together in your grey matter?"