"I know we are. But we're also refugees. And some of these people don't even want to fight, I think. They're not really cut out for it, which is fine. Not everybody spends their entire adult life getting very, very good at vaping people like we have, Tycho." He begins walking around to the back of Tycho's x-wing to open the engine compartment, speaking as he goes.

"And there was nothing wrong with mine when I opened her up. Still. Best to check." He flipped it open and ducked inside, retrieving a flashlight from a pocket and looking around the interior of the compartment. "And we don't really have the luxury of giving them baby steps. Besides, I haven't found anything like a T-16 or a Z-95 here. Give me a boost up?"