Much as I hate it, they're my ticket outta here. You three might be good at gettin' people off this island, but these ain't normal circumstances and like hell if I'm gettin' anyone killed 'cause of me.

[He might kill people, but he has a soft spot for red shirts, okay. His cold cyborg heart mourns them.

A beat.] That ain't askin' for it, anyway.

[Failboat might be asking for it. A little. No one under this bridge has called him a rodent or threatened to shove him into luggage or told him to pretend to be a scarf. You're cool, les amis.]