He was utterly bemused by her word-salad, to be honest. (Hush, he didn't have that problem at all. Ever.)

"No no. Unless you know how to take this thing apart to reveal its delicious nougat center."

He had a feeling she didn't; she was dressed even more anachronistically than he was, with his jeans and t-shirt. He doubted she was native to this ship. Or maybe she was, maybe she was from an alien race that liked to dress like an SCA steampunk reject.