Well, I definitely have something uh. Interesting to bring up!

[But first, he waits for both men to get comfortable. Sorry, Livio, he'll stare you down until you sit. Aaaand once he does... he just sort of fidgets with his own chair. One set of arms rocks it back and forth, while the other is to content to fiddle with its own fingers. His eyes dart from Livio to Wolfwood, back to Livio, over to Angelina, before dropping to the floor.]

I guess it's not really a speech. Just, um. A question. A question about... how we feel about seeing other people. Besides ourselves, I mean!