[...The look Tucker gave him was beautiful, something between horrified, caught, and slightly curious. Hm. How would Maine be in the sac--]

Look, I just want to make sure Wash is okay! That fucker just grabbed Wash like he was a guy out of Taken, and that shit isn't cool.

[Shit, he wasn't supposed to say anything about that, about the things Maine would-do, the things he would become. Ugh, talking around this was such a pain in the ass.]

You know Freelancers are all kinda weird, is all. They, um, train rough? [Screw it.] Whatever, Miles, just come on. [And fuck it, he's grabbing the guy's wrist and walking.]