Sun Mote Copse Hades gonna hate.

He tried to pay attention, really he did, but the flailing and the motions gave him some kind of vertigo, like he was standing by the ocean and being tossed around by the force of the waves, to the detriment of the conversation.

His eyes followed the ptero to some degree (not that he could translate it) and about halfway through the explanation Reyes cut in with: A'ight uh hold up, the fuck are you doin'?

That's your Captain speaking, sir. He knew that; his back straightened and he was swift to say, Sorry, not to be a dick. What's with the flailin'? Is it a nerve thing, d'you have that compulsion disease?