[ Jack ended up with a rather unpleasant mix of substances – it tastes, to him, like slightly fermented lemon juice that may have once seen a bottle of rum – and he's in the process of carefully poking it away from him when he overhears her reasonably withdrawn response to the "robot" and his endless questions. He snorts. ]

He's been struggling to get that message all evening. [ How long have they been here? And it's still dark. Well, whatever, that makes 'evening' correct. ] I do have a question, though, but hopefully one that won't require you to bare your soul to a stranger. What's a burrito? [ Pronounced "burr-it-oh". ]