"I've done my fair share of wiring in my day," he says. A pang of longing wells up and he shoves it back down, clapping a lid on the emotion. Man, what wouldn't he give for it to be just him and Deathscythe again sometimes. A lot of the rotten shit he's pulled in the last... oh, thirty years or so... was because he was looking for something to fill the void that self-detonating his partner had left.

He lets the girl lead him, trusting that she's got a better sense of what's happening here than he does.