"An' I thought I was havin' trouble with imperial shite. How th' hell is he suckin' Aether out've entire stars?"

Admittedly, the sheer scope of what Shiro was describing was something a little outside of Castor's grasp, but she could mostly follow. And she could most certainly follow a change of subject when one appeared.

"Instinct huh? Seems a solid choice fer me, then. I can't say I'm known fer thinkin things through sometimes. Usually have a friend around te do the thinkin. I think ye saw 'im in the memory. Short, red hair..." she pauses to gesture little cat ears, "big ears, bigger stick."