[If Maes asked after every strange term he heard people throw around on this ship, he'd really be annoying people more than usual. As it stands he guesses based on context that a "quintant" is something like a few days or maybe a week? Or months, it sort of depends on if this fellow is optimistic about Maes's ability to "adjust."

Still, he's definitely interested in what's going on below. He didn't mind watching a fight, especially from afar.]

So the ammunition its firing is non-lethal? Or...I guess ammunition might not be the right term here.

[Maes thoughtfully places his closed fist to his mouth.]

He does seem to be paying more attention to the attacks as they come and not on anticipating where they are likely to aim or where his feet should be going.