The question is met with a cacophonous litany of them from Wayne, all intertwined and impossible to pick apart, a stream of consciousness held behind a dam that's just opened the floodgates. It's everything from the benign and innocuous, things about his crew and his life before the wormhole problem and where Harvey had come from to begin with, to the deeply personal things that he'd never want to come up anywhere outside of this mental space, that wouldn't make much sense when verbalized. But just as soon as they begin, he shuts them down, instead bringing down a massive blue plastic sand pail over the head in the sand.

"From him, not you," he snaps, stomping his boot down on the bottom of the pail.