"Y-yeah." He scrambles to his feet, stumbling over his words. "I-I mean, obviously."

Why does he do this. Why. Why is his first instinct upon meeting somebody new to shove his foot in his mouth. Stop talking.

God, she is shredded. Why is she so shredded? Is that what island life does to everybody?

"Is that--that's a...I mean, they explained it to me, yeah. I just hadn't actually seen one of them working, I guess."