Now this was something else. Faye had spent plenty of time around people who rambled on and on, but they had never been quite like this. Jet, his ramblings included unnecessary information about whatever it was Bebop's crew was set to do for the day. Edward, her ramblings went on tangents and sometimes defied reason altogether, speckled all over the place until Faye was pretty much dizzy from trying to keep up. The difference was that this young man's rambling didn't surge ahead. It was much more a 'one step forward, three steps back' kind of flow, which had Faye blinking for a moment, before she caught on and sighed.

"You're not the guy who mumbles to himself about rocket launchers, you're the guy who needs badly to take a course on speech and speaking coherently," Faye replied, the look she gave him once again languid. "Also, you're so small that a rocket launcher would probably send you shooting backward."