[That's fine, Tavros can ramble and stammer his way along for the both of them. He doesn't really say anything important, and he doesn't really expect any response, but the silence... isn't exactly something he's comfortable with. Mostly, he just talks about FLARP]

And then I said, but wait, if you're the swabbing the poop deck, and I'm swabbing the poop deck, then who's flying the plane? [he laughs a bit, but it trails off uncertainly. Thankfully, they have reached Equius's... home area. Thing. Place.]

Oh. That's. [Well, none of it really makes sense to him, but Equius seems to be proud of it, so] That's pretty cool. Um, what are you working on?