That gets a soft laugh out of Arthur - that turns into a violent shiver when the wind picks up for a moment and attacks his upturned collar. Fuck, he's too skinny for this shit.

"W-well, I'm-- I'll admit I'm a little out of practice, I-I-I haven't done anything quite like this since- since I was in boys brigade, as a child. It's- a church initiative, sort of," he suddenly feels compelled to explained, because the Russian probably has no fucking idea. "To try and raise us to be - good Christian youths. Couldn't stand the thing, but i-it turns out at least some of the skills have stuck with me."

But now he's desperately curious: "S-sorry, what d'you mean, space training?"