Sun Mote Copse Hades gonna hate.

The explanation might've made him feel guilty if he was his younger self, but this version of Reyes had been around all kinds of weirdos, so he merely raised his eyebrows and murmured, Well fuck me... his tone somewhat incredulous. It made sense; it also made sense that he'd miss the whole spastic show at night, hence why he had been oblivious until now. How does a deaf Captain manage a crew? Ah well, they seemed to be doing fine with it.

Right, okay. What were you say... Sign...ing? Somethin' about visits here-there-everywhere? He'd heard it all and was making sense of it even as he asked for a reprisal, sniffling softly as he thought about all the specifics. He knew most of the names by this point and was quite pleased to hear Niamh was among the departed (har har).

So long as we're moving further from the beach I'm down for whatever. You'd be surprised how nasty the seaside can be. Not that we're anywhere near it now, mind... I've spent some time livin' on the beach and lemme tell you, it ain't a picnic. Was that too much? Did he have to slow down his talking pace so Towhee could read.. him..? Reyes wasn't very pleased with having someone's undivided attention on his face, but he'd deal. 

Anything you want me doin' then?