[he looks over his sunglasses at her with a sort of... glaze in his eyes. That would be a yes, Chris. But then he flips them back over his eyes and thinks about it a little. He knows all those words. He just has to put them together! ] You're working on... keeping those fancy military remote-control planes from running into stuff. Right. Sounds like good stuff to me. I mean, those things cost an arm and a leg, right? Would suck to lose one in a tree like a kid's kite! Ha! ... Ah! [he pokes at the ribs with his big grill fork, then grins] I think we're in business.