[b]"You can say that again."[/b] Caufman hung his head down, letting everything but the light enter his sights. Even speaking aloud drew an overload from his tongue receptors and the odd sense of fishy smells and tastes caused a surge of gooseflesh to bump up along his skin. Scraping off flakes of dried out skin from his hand, he concentrated on the center of the gym. Just awaiting orders nothing to see here. Everything is fine and dandy. 

He pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth and stuffed his hands back in his pockets.