You speak at me with words I do not understand and that you know I do not understand. The impressiveness of them, therefore, is lost on me.

(the bulk of his curiosity is held back in his expression, but that doesn't mean it isn't there. it exists, partly seen, behind a veneer of objectivity.)

I can make assumptions and have, but as a scientist, I do not like to. I would ask you to explain each term that comes from your world and not from mine, but we are strangers to one another. (his wineless hand rests briefly on his chest, then is moved toward her in gesture.) Would the things I ask be difficult for you to share openly?