[A quiet grunt, and Jet's single eye slides away from him for a moment. Not entirely. He keeps him in his periphery, just like how he keeps everyone in his sights. Doesn't know them. Doesn't trust them. Doesn't feel predisposed to trust them.]
...fine.
[He'll just have to remember this. Pay it forward, if he can.]
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...fine.
[He'll just have to remember this. Pay it forward, if he can.]
[That's the least he can do.]