So Eryx was opening up. Leander considered that a good sign, and not just because it gave him the opportunity to talk himself off this uncomfortable metal table. Eryx engaging made Leander feel the scientist was less likely to do him actual harm—questionable situations in the past had taught Leander a captor not talking at all was always an indication of bad things to come.
Of course, Eryx had retreated into silence and whatever data was coming through on the wall pad. Leander had to do something to bring him back, get him to keep opening up. Apparently, talk of s*x was out. It figured.
“You from this system?” asked Leander, receiving a grunt in response. Better than nothing. “Not me. Born and raised on the Moon. No snow. How do you stand all this fluffy white s**t?”
“You’re Lunar?” ask
