Aliyah blinked as she obviously opened the flood gates, and information came pouring out of him.  She was actually glad of it, it gave her so much more information, and she knew she wouldn't have to feel bad about sharing some of her own past.  She let him ramble taking mental notes of everything he said.  She was so very glad of her ability to recall information.  It was part of what made her good at her job, she didn't ever have to write anything down, she could remember all of it.  

She wasn't too sure how she felt about being compared to his mother, but there could be worse things she supposed.  She could be being compared to HER mother. He was mostly right though, which was strange.  The last thing she wanted a good looking man to be thinking of when he looked at her was his mother.  She would occasionally glance over to Gary as Duncan chattered.  It was more to reassure herself that she was actually here, and this entire situation was happening.  

Once Duncan was finished she smiled and leaned forward a little bit.  The best way to handle this would be to chop this up into topic.  She took a deep breath.  "Ok, wow."  She blinked a few times.  "First of all... billions... wow.  Yeah... interview professionals, at least 5 from each specialty.  Don't just go with the first person who looks good on paper."  

Not that she knew anything about hiring professionals, but she did know quite a bit about people, and had done her share of interviewing and hiring over her years at the Omelette House. 

"Second, seeing that we are planning a date, I cannot tell you how comforted I am by the fact that you are not, in fact, gay."  She teased.  She certainly found him incredibly attractive, or she wouldn't have agreed to go out with him.  Not that looks were that important to her, but she treated dating more like a distraction.  She never expected it to go anywhere more than a cup of coffee or a quick bite to eat.  

"As for Einstein, he was a very intelligent man I will give him that, but Feynman and Oppenhimer were just as intelligent, and get none of the recognition."  Ok, so she might have fallen asleep to some documentaries on Netflix a time or two, but it at least made her appear to be semi intelligent. 

"As to your assertion that I have similarities with your mother, based off your commentary, I can confirm that you are partially correct."  She laughed a little.  "I may or may not own a tablet for the purpose of downloading cross stitch patterns.  I am not much into art, and I don't doodle, but I do design my own charts."  She smiled.  "As for Archery, I never learned, but step father number..."  She stopped and tilted her head back and used her fingers to count.  "4, or maybe it was 5"  She said looking back at him "Anyway, he was a gun nut, so I am a fair decent shot."  She admitted.  "I have little hands though, so I prefer to use something like the Glock .30 SF because lets face it, get a really big dude, and a 9, might not be enough, and I sure as hell have no interest in those damn cute frilly girlie guns.  Freaking useless 38's.  And Well the last thing I want to deal with if I am strapping on a gun is having to ask my significant other 'Baby, does this gun make my ass look big?' "  

She heard Gary choke back what sounded suspiciously like a laugh so she turned her head to grin and him and shrug before turning her attention back to Duncan.  "As for a health issue, yes and no.  I have a bone spur pressing against my spine, which can at times cause mild discomfort."  Ok, so that was a mild understatement, but she learned a long time ago that chronic pain was not something many people understood.  Duncan would, but it was a habit to keep those secrets close to the vest. 

She had no idea what to say about the information about his family.  He had suffered so much tragedy, but still managed to be a fairly positive person.  He had a good point, life could change in a matter of seconds. She rested her hand on his arm briefly.  "I am so sorry for your loss."  She said quietly taking a deep breath.  She had run out of things to address, well everything but the big question.  She kept running the idea through her head, trying to find reasons why she shouldn't go.  Really, what was the worst thing that could happen?  She'd end up dead somewhere?  Eh... from the way he spoke about his travels, it would be somewhere pretty, so there was that.  

"I guess, the only thing left to address is ummm, traveling."  She finally managed.  "I mean, I think it sounds wonderful.  I can't really think of a single reason why I should say no."  Actually she could think of dozens, but she wasn't going to go there.  "So yeah... Why not.  Let's do it."  She said with a laugh.  She couldn't believe she had actually agreed.  Was she crazy?  She must be, but she was going to go with it.