Three hundre-

[He pauses mid sentence, biting his lip and looking downwards. This wouldn't be so hard to process if his world weren't so... Normal, minus the constant murdering and lying and what-not.

Thankfully, he's distracted by Ramir's next statement.]

Wait, so you can boink aliens, where you're from?

What if you like... Try to oingo your boing or whatever-

[Asher uses his hands to speak quite frequently.]

And the parts just don't fit?