@woomywebs asked; "You call it a near-death experience, I call it a vibe check from Cod."
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For a moment, there is no response given, mind still caught in the process of parsing the other's meaning. Declining the thought to turn to LYLA for a steer, or, simply put, a translation at this point, Miguel instead blinks slowly, his face the picture of confusion the longer he spends looking over at PB.
Before reaching out, he sips from his mug, drawing up a measure of his cooling coffee, as if believing it would help him to understand, a matter with ironic connotations, for how it defied his drink's 'world's smartest brain' label. Simply put, he had no clue as to what meant by the use of 'vibe check', or if the use of 'Cod' had indeed referred to a venerated deity of theirs, an unfamiliarity that's reflected in his languid choice of phrase.
"Uh... come again? I have no idea what you were trying to say, just now."