"Four arms, huh?" he scratches his chin. There had been those little scampery guys he'd traded with when he had his yard sale going. They hadn't seemed too bad though. Some fine business associates. Or something. But that train of thought is dropped as Ben describes the encrypter.

"That's fragging WILD mate!" his optics widen as he imagines the possibilities, "Can it do the opposite? Turn data into something psychical? Can it encrypt a meme?"