[Of course in the brief moment before he can muffle his hearing, someone has to insult him. And ask a question. Two of them. Norns. Gritting his teeth, he turns to bite out his reply:]

I wasn't going for a theme, I was going for function given we recently had a gelatinous, spitting alien loose on the ship and I don't know about you, but I'd like to avoid any acid burns if it happened to have any friends. [Is that enough? Nope, his stomach is turning already.] And I didn't buy it, I conjured it. The jacket, anyway.