"Hey old man, do you like the stars? I mean, the complete and sheer violence and destructive power of them?"
The Drifter's head cocked to one side. He turned his eyes upwards to the stars, where they glittered in the night sky like shards of glass. They certainly didn't look violent or destructive. And he knew for a fact they weren't trying to kill him right now. And even if they were trying; they were far too small. What harm could a speck of light the size of a pin do to a man like him? Not much, that was what. So he slowly turned his head back down towards Kiiya, and stared at her silently for a moment.
The moment passed, and the Drifter spoke. His words were slow, plodding, as though he were picking them very carefully. "Girl, I haven't the slightest clue about what you're speakin' of."