Oh, is that so? What must one do, to get you to make such a noise? [Oh dear, he's so bad at this trying to be good thing. Ugh.]

[He enjoys even that small, innocent touch, mentally mapping out the stars.] Of course there are no lines; there are none in the sky. Ah, that's... Thjazi. [He pokes to of the stars (or close enough, since he can't see them) lightly with his fingers.] Those are his eyes.

Ah no, I meant... you said you documented the outbreak.