It is his way. That, and he wasn't one to waste words. Which did often make him seem arrogant to some, or holier-than-thou, but Tobirama saw no point in speaking unless there was a worthwhile thing to speak; something he knew about to talk about. It was a rare day that his casual chatter was actually casual.

They stop, he observes the offerings, the choice Yondu makes, the stains on his garment. Making notes, as always. His eyes sweep from the other man, the stands, the people. An exhale.

"Someone mentioned a similar perspective," he recalls the conversation, took some time to think about it but ended the conversation true to... him. Still, he doesn't come from technology. Tobirama figures there's a formula to them but perhaps they're more complicated and more like them than he has given credit. Those thoughts slide away as Yondu speaks more. "I have little experience with these things," he confesses, if it wasn't painfully obvious.

"Tell me about your team."