“Yeah?” That does earn her a slight smile, though he’s not entirely sure that she isn’t just being nice. If it’s true though, and Captain Kirk, with all his experience dealing with weird shit, really still got freaked out by the Nexus... Well, Freddy supposes, there’s no way he can expect himself to do any better. He’s from a relatively ordinary world, after all. A violent one, yes, but not one with anything supernatural or inhuman, at least so far as he knows. Nothing like this.

And the thing about blood is that it gets sticky. Those clothes were not fun, and so he’s extremely grateful. No way's he going to let her down by not returning them.

He blinks. "Text?"

To him, cell-phones are just phones the size of large bricks, with really big antennas. Text is not a verb. Hello, 1992.