If I find somethin' worth takin', I'll give you a call, yeah? [ Even when recovering from a crash landing, he's scheming and planning. Some habits die hard.

He sits up a little straighter now, finally getting more of his faculties back. It feels a bit like a hangover, minus the ridiculous amount of (literal) heartburn. His furnace is even starting to calm down, and he's able to cough without bringing up too much smoke. The eyeroll he gives the mention of those stupid little robots involves most of his wiry frame. ]

Yeah, right. Don't trust those fuckers far as I could chuck 'em. They ain't touchin' any more of what l'il I got here any more than abso-fuckin'-lutely necessary. No way, no how.

[ So basically, a substitute pilot is right out. Ladon's either going to have to tag along or learn. And considering he's done it once and didn't die... ]

Think I got a few more rough landings in me, yeah?