[ Misato swings his arm and hand in hers, and suddenly his heart races again - just for a second. She's still unpredictable, and he's torn between being put-off and amused. After a few more uninterrupted steps he decides it's fine for now, the gesture innocent enough. More innocent than if she were armed with another spear. If she treats him like a rag doll much more though - he'll have words.

She continues the conversation out loud, and he takes that to mean they're well out of earshot of anyone who would care to listen. Using his ears again is welcomed- ]

String theory? Well, I play a lot of stringed instruments if that's got anything to do with it. Strings and keys.

[ -even if he has no idea what she's talking about. ]

Hmm, well, so far the few spells I've cast have worked here and back on the station. Either the Artist made this universe, or I'm still connected to them through some power... perhaps by the vast power of music itself. [ He doesn't sound certain - it's just a nice thought. ]