This earns Spike a blank look. Jason's mind was on logistics: on a dome, on how one might go about ascertaining if there is a dome (or some other barrier), on whether puncturing the bag holding in the air might kill everyone else.... 'cricket' was not on, say, his top one-thousand topics he intended to entertain next.

So he stares, flatly, with as much comprehension as if Spike had begun to spout ancient Greek. Less, rather. Jason's rather good with ancient Greek.

"....well, I am sure that shall be diverting for you," he says after ten seconds of fruitless staring. "Please do not let me interfere with your search for players."

Players who are not Jason Blood.