"Space mud..." he sounds fascinated by that opinion, staring plainly into the middle distance.

...

"Have you asked the coelacanth a question yet? Maybe you should ask it that." Clearly he doesn't know either, but if he had to chance a guess he'd say: fuck no, they live underwater, use common sense. "The response I received was very vague, but it can't dodge that 'yes' or 'no' question. ... Can it?"

Wonders if it'd tell them that sweating is in the mind. He'd probably believe it. Hei wanders on, briefly checking his map.

"This way."