And the Qun.

[ He takes the coffee (black, for him) and holds the cup in his hands to warm them up. ]

They should have to form a—a queue...n.

[ Get it. Queue. Qun. But the he sounds unsure of his own joke, looking between Byerly and Alexandrie again, and feeling suddenly terrible about going easy on himself. ]

I'm sorry. For... for dreaming about abducting you, [ Alexandrie, ] and about threatening to kill you and make sure it wasn't fun, [ Byerly. ]