"Mm, I think I understand that," he nodded. From what he'd seen on the island, and through the doors, immediacy and instant satisfaction had become an essential part of society. No one liked to wait for anything, even things that Hemingway found amazingly speedy, he could hear people moaning about. He was used to sending letters and waiting for replies, sometimes the communication getting muddled and overlapped.
"It's all kind of... novelty to me, on the island. But it can get a bit tiring, and I kind of... notice that people have all these different ways to communicate now, but they rarely seem to really notice or listen to each other. Maybe they just take it for granted, that they'll always be able to get in touch, so they don't really enjoy the moment," he observed.
"Yeah, yeah, no mobs, no spilling, no bleeding, okay," he laughed. Nothing really could have prepared him for what she was about to say.
"What the fuck?!" he exclaimed, after a shocked pause. "Are you joking with me?" he asked, because it just seemed like the most ridiculous thing ever. "Oh my God, is this why you're hanging out with me, Knightly? I thought it was for my winning personality," he teased her.