Hime's expression flickered. The look he was getting wasn't quite so penetrating this time and ran more on the confused-but-interested side of things, as though she'd just discovered a new species of particularly toxic fungus. She didn't look like she was screwing around with him, though- and in hindsight, if she was going to mess with him it wouldn't have been by talking scrap at him and pretending something was wrong. Wasn't her style.

Which meant that something was wrong. Very wrong. He peered at her uncertainly again- but nope, still nothing. If she was saying something important, he wasn't getting it at all. Beautiful. Just beautiful.

Well, if it was mutual, there was no point in telling her as much. Instead (first checking that there was no one around he recognised) he made a great show of shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head, feeling for all the galaxy like he was in some kind of warped sparkling's TV show.