Gav, Trinko. . . My troops are coming to pick me up.
You're welcome to come along. This mercenary company can use some good thinkers.
No thanks, Kevyn. It's a bit too dangerous for my tastes.
Oh, come on Gav! You've got what, nine-hundred and fifty million lives to live right now?
Sure, but this one doesn't want to get shot. Feel free to go recruiting among the rest of me on your own time.