That sounds like a whole lot of magical jargon that's well beyond him, and that may not apply here at all given the utterly fantastical nature of it. Not long ago he would have said nothing that sounds remotely like that could be real, but. Spaceship. Time travel.

"Don't know a thing about any of that," he admits with a sigh. "Must be damned frustrating where you're from though, people who won't share information based on race. Though, speaking of that - I did notice most of the people this place has seem to be human. I'm familiar with plenty of other races from home, but not yours."

He raises an eyebrow, clearly interested. This fellow is no fishman, no longarms, no dwarf - but Rosinante knows that the sea has room for an awful lot of types of people, probably more than he's ever heard of.