Tech was cleaning his blaster while you were sitting on the bed in your shared room. You found yourself inadvertently babbling on about a particular obsession of yours. As you continued to speak, it became clear that he would require the cartridge to be filled, so you began at the beginning.

Although you assumed he had stopped listening some time ago, you notice that he is still completely focused on you when you pause to catch your breath.

"Why'd you stop talking?" He nudged, cocking his head slightly.