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