Talking to people. Ugh. He has already figured out he's pretty terrible at that. He's actually regretting not taking the out, just a couple minutes earlier, because this is so awkward. He has no idea what to even say to that. It's like with the purple-haired girl, except she at least was happy to ramble about robots, instead of reading and instruments.

Instruments. What that brings to mind are forceps and bone saws. He can't quite suppress a shiver. "What's Christmas." The word is... familiar in a non-frightening way.