[Noice. Cheer squad. That's what he's talking about. He bites his lip and jams in approval for a second or two.

Skills.

Santana, that rings a bell. He searches his brain, then snaps his fingers when he finds it.]

Ohhh, I know! Are you with that one girl with the... she's blonde, and a little... out there? Like, she talked about sewers and didn't really... math...