[Shoto isn't sure exactly what he means anymore because he's seen some shit in his time, but it's the only way he could understand to try to start parsing the information. The very casual information.
His stance faces here instead and he looks her face over to see if she's actually having him on or not. Uncertain that she is or isn't, he frowns. He could interrogate her about everything to do with this, or maybe he could help her by carefully taking the remote and flipping the screen to the music.]
Then, Miss Celestial, what sort of music do you like?
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His stance faces here instead and he looks her face over to see if she's actually having him on or not. Uncertain that she is or isn't, he frowns. He could interrogate her about everything to do with this, or maybe he could help her by carefully taking the remote and flipping the screen to the music.]
Then, Miss Celestial, what sort of music do you like?
[With all he's seen and done. God damn probably.]