Joscelin’s pride won’t permit him to thank the vulgar redhead, but he’s grateful to have been saved from the pincers and deposited in a relatively safe spot next to Romeo. Cleaning sounds something far better suited to their skillsets than battling mutant crustaceans, and the faster they can put the chamber back in order, the faster the old folks will perform their ritual and they can get the hell out of there.

Joss nods at both Reno and Trowa. From the defiant set of the boy’s chin it’s fairly obvious that he won’t give them much more acknowledgment than that.

“Fine. We’ll tidy up for you. Just keep the monsters away from us.”