The steady serial deconstruction of the instruments folded into each digit takes priority, obviously, though the silence that trails in the wake of Asadi's pronouncement is not highly indicative of an ideal outcome. While he may generally consider himself profoundly untalented in the art of detecting subtle social nuances, Asadi's uncharacteristic silence does not lend itself to any hypotheses he wishes to entertain at any length.

"Steelworking," he says with a sense of spontaneity and conversational grace he does not feel, "was my first paid job. At sixteen."

Seizure of that topic, seemingly irrelevant, seemingly at random, does not achieve much by the way of establishing a natural flow of discussion, but he feels this is a sequence of events they have come to jointly accept and anticipate at this collective stage.