Edward would just as soon sprout wings and start flying than attack a person. Jim was the exception, of course, but that was different. He'd hurt Kim. Of course, Ramirez would know all about Jim by the time Edward finished his story, which he did in a happy, simple, rambling way. The miracle of his existence didn't seem to strike him, nor did his unusually talkative condition. Something was wrong today, but Edward was too happy to notice or care.
"Very interesting, and not so short!" Though Edward wasn't aware of how long, exactly, his life had been, it had been over fifty years since he'd first come into being. He listened, wide-eyed and fascinated, to Ramirez's explanation of ships. He had never seen spaceships or nautical ones, having never personally been near a large body of water, but the way Ramirez described them sounded wonderful, indeed. He leaned forward, taking in the image of the ship. "So big! The people in the picture are so small... how does something so big float? Is it alive like me?"