[It's cool, he deals best when he's around abrasive people. Makes him thrive or something like that. Not feeling offended or anything in the slightest by The Look, he rolls his shoulder back in a half shrug.

But he appreciates that he doesn't just walk out. Not that he knows it's what Will's thinking, but if he were hot headed and feeling particularly butt blasted about everything, he knows he'd be out of here quicker than the bass dropping.]

S'cool.

[Can he call you Boss, now?]

You met Erika yet? She's one of the best people I know. She was a little bit different back... shit, what... like 8 months ago? I didn't actually get sucked up outta home like, er, pretty much everyone else. Some of us here came from this haunted as shit space station. It's gonna sound depressing as shit, but.

[How does he put this?]

I think a lot of us were just waitin' for the cord to be plugged outta the wall, if you know what I mean? She was there with us, and... man, I dunno how to even say this sorta shit, I'm the worst with words, but. To be stuck in an endless sorta loop of shit that you literally can't do anything in, and then... finally gettin' outta all of that and doing something. Like capturing a relic.

It's kinda like giving that place a giant middle finger, y'know? Eh, sorry, I'm talkin' too much. I, uh, I mean. For the record, I don't trust the brass around here either, but that's 'cause we've all been dealt a shitty hand by adults. But knowin' what Erika's probably feelin' right about now, that's about as good as this shit gets for us.

[Sorry for that long winded ramble, Will. It's on his mind, and he's near, so he's the target.]