[ She's glued to his face and uh...licking her lips? If she's looking to strike unease, well damn, he's uneasy! This is crazy! Elysium is kinda freaked out, but his second brain cell connect the dots of "is she hitting on me?" and decides to run with it. The second tries to actually parse what shes saying. The metaphors...they're kind of going over his head. ]

Cool?

[ He should have said something more intelligent then that! ]

I mean... uh. Hm. Guess I've never done that before. The uh, not recognizing myself in my reflection. I check a lot!

[ Its criminal to be born a tragic beauty, a once in a lifetime god of attractiveness, basically the most sexy guy on this war criminal landship and not you know, admire that 10/10 in a mirror. Uhhhh what was he talking about? Right! Everyone on this boat trying to kill him??? Huh? ]