"Oh?" Bobby reached up to rub his nose at the suggestion of his septum. he had enough learning to know what it was. he was far more educated than his speech patterns indicated. He knew how to speak properly, too. His mother had demanded it, but he'd stubbornly held on to his father's way of speaking, after Jack died in Bobby's experience. He winced at the touch to his nose and let his hand fall back to his side.