[ A slight laugh, loosely draping his arm around him again. ]

If only you could've seen any of us fight in full armor. Carolina basically was a battering ram. Maine was more like five. And York was the guy picking the lock, except there'd usually be a hole in the wall anyway before he's done.

[ Very covert special operations! ]

And I'm sure me sticking around with you just means I'll get swept up in something else or the other, anyway.