The slight discomfort of sharing a bath, as it were, with another is quickly gone in the interest of what this man is telling him. Barely finding himself able to adjust to the time of this place, the thought that he might be dead, and that Vasquez apparently had some kind of feelings for him, and now he's having to adjust to something his mind just can't seem to wrap itself around.

Birds as mounts.

Then as the description comes through, of birds that well stand over his head and are ridden with saddles and all, and his eyes just go wide. Catching Faraday speechless is difficult, but Reeve has managed it.

And then the words come back in a rush.

"Wait, whoa, back up. You eat your mounts?"