[Diarmuid giggles, delighted by her bow not just because it is done in the air, but because it is done at all. He is from Ancient Ireland and lives in the house of a god. Bowing, respect, and good manners are something he is very familiar with and something that is lacking a lot in this more modern setting.

It feels good to see someone who seems to understand.]

So you are from the stars? Like Lord Wing? Will you tell me about your world? What is it like?

[He seems very, very curious, but checks his questions for a moment.]

Can we? I am sorry to bother you, but I don't want to get sick. I don't want Grey to get sick either!