"Yes, sir, your name. If I am to take proper dictation, I must have a name." He explained, in the way he would call bedside manner, but in truth it was just a step above his natural bitchy attitude, for such a soft and honestly, sweet sounding tone. Herbert had a habit of sounding as cold as ice when he spoke.

AS Duo spoke he quickly scratched it down in his shorthand, at least what could go in short hand. The notebook still held, as he spoke through the cigarette the way one with a lot of practice with it could.

"None of this makes a lick of sense to me, but It could prove useful later. All data comes in handy at one point or another." He was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact space can hold life, that life got TO space.