"Some." He's quiet for a while, with his eyes closed, and then shakes his head. (A gesture he immediately regrets; ow.)

"I do--I rebember my ship, I rebember my crew. Wodderful people. Dr. Crusher. Geordi LaForge. Data. Um. Math, yes. Astrophysics. Not long ago I was--well, I was shot, and my heart stopped. An artificial heart. Q--an alien, possessed of extraordinary powers--showed me what my life would have been if I--"

Lesgle breaks off abruptly and covers his face with his hands. "--Damn it, Joly, I'm souding like him again. Kick be in the shid. Addyway, I dew quite a lot about astrophysics."