Stan blinks. He's going to get used to being thrown for a loop every other sentence whenever Ford tells him about this stuff, but he's not used to it yet. That does kinda' put a wrench in Stan's whole plan, yeah, but before he's got a chance to follow that thought up any his eyes are following Ford's hand to the back of his head.

"Um," he says, and he sounds like he don't really want to be saying this, but he says it anyway. "So. About that head thing. I think it's about time I got an explanation for that."

He thinks about it a second, watching Ford's face and thinking about what the back of the guy's head looks like right now. Maybe he shouldn't admit this, but he's started to get used to it. "Hey, when we leave, maybe I should walk behind you. We can't exactly tell what's-her-face that you cut yourself shaving."