Hey, I pride myself on it. [he'd wink, but he always winks with his left eye, and .. yeah, no, that hurts.

and he doesn't expect her to be at all pleased with what he says about the situation, but it's the truth.] I think they got the clearance for the live ammo before the round even started - and they just broke it out as a last resort. Like, she was really kicking our asses, and I kept telling them that we needed to work together if we wanted a snowball's chance in taking her down, but nooooo. [he shakes his head, waving his arms slightly in that dramatic fashion that is only ever york-tested, york-approved.] To be fair to her, though, I guess .. Maine was the one that threw the frag, and she side-stepped it without even trying. I'd .. uh .. already been knocked on my ass on the floor, and it just .. kinda landed next to my head.

[he pauses, thoughtful.] If she hadn't thought to shoot my armor up with that immobilizing paint, I'd probably be dead. Actually - [hold on, he's just going to drop from the plane for a second, and when he comes back, he's holding his old helmet, and he hands it to her.]

All things considered, she saved my damn life.