Nah, we're perfectly all right with carrying on in front of you. If you don't mind, that is.

[Coolly taking her remark into stride, even if his grin is a little sheepish. All right, so he's incredibly fond of his motorbike. Surprise, surprise. One final pat before he rests his forearms on the handlebars instead.]

And yeah. If. 'Cos we don't actually know anything that's going on around here, do we? Not properly. We just do a load of guessing and hope for the best. What even is a jump drive, f' instance.

[Pointedly, he shrugs.]

Philosophical, innit.