He stares off as his eggs cook, working his jaw like he's trying to dig something up in his head.

"I kinda remember? I was real young when I left. An' most of what I held onto was what the few other Centaurians the fleet picked up sang. Sort of this uh... call an' response stuff? If that makes sense? You're supposed to say one thing an' then the next person does the next part and then back an' forth."

He finally flips the eggs, sloppily. He's not great at cooking but they don't end up in the floor, at least.

"I can remember a bunch of 'em singin' together when I was real little, too. I think it was a special occasion or somethin'."