Franky looked towards the floating black light, thinking on if he should just gun it into the oval, or instead use a poorly timed pun about the order in which the female part of a species should normally have the right of way into opportunities.
He decided to let the eager beavers go first, since he was still seeing if Vanessa was going to add anything else to her conversation.
"I have it written down somewhere, but to be frank floating body-less voice, it doesn't matter too much right now I would think." He added, not sure who was talking, but suspected the flying mustache man.