[That brief loss of confidence seems like old news at this point. As ridiculous as Wander initially seemed, it now feels relatively natural speaking to... him? It? Regardless, he waves Wander's apology off.]

Sure. Lucky for them, I know how to point just fine. [On cue, he wiggles a whole set of pointable fingers.] But what about you, chango? How's a... [What's a diplomatic way of phrasing it?] How's an orange and blue man keep himself busy around here?