"Right now, I ain't feeling shit about it. Like. I have been outside my..." A small frustrated sound. He's grappling for a word. "...habitat? My own world, but more than that, my place for long enough, yeah? I don't even know if my original is in the city or back on Earth, and at this point getting fucked up about it seems...I'm not gonna say pointless, but there's a point at which you can shit in one hand and spectrulate in the other and see which fills up first. And we sure do got a lotta shit on hand."

He means 'speculate', honestly he does. But this is a man who doesn't think he's smart, especially where the English language is concerned. She knows, she's heard him text.