"Hey, man, don't bust my radio with your telepathy or whatever!" The complaint is offered in a tone of voice that implies he's equally as happy to not listen to more of that shit as Yufei is.

"It's the closest I got to Conway Twitty, okay? I'd listen to the BeeGees, but I don't wanna taint the best music on the ship with bad vibes, man." He lifts his glass, realizes it's empty, then goes to fill it up again. "You wanna drink?"