[ Oh god. Michel's bluntness has met its match?? He opens his mouth, then freezes as he tries to think of a word. Someone competitive would have to have ambitions, wouldn't they? He's... ]

I just don't like being bored.

[ That's not quite it either. But trying to pick through his own logic in front of a stranger sounds incredibly unappealing. He studies Ganymede instead with perhaps disconcerting intentness. ]

Likely. It would be a waste of time to go through so much trouble with the equipment if they couldn't show off to this extent.

[ And then he pauses again. Listen, he knows he's letting Ganymede carry the conversation. But also: he's terrible at this. ]