"I was checking out Aldebaran. That's... I guess it's kind of the eye in the head of Taurus, but in the Middle Ages they used to call it the bull's heart."

Wilde is saying more than he usually would. Apparently, too, he is far more honest with his words when his face isn't attached to them.

"And... I needed the air. I guess." He waves a hand at the entrance back to the party. Voices and music drift through. "There's a lot going on in there. You could, um... Wanna join me?"