"Mmm, not really. They just told me what to do, get over here, help with this." His voice mimics something stern, a finger moving around, like being directed. But the tone then eases as he adds, "--I think they're just like that. Real strict guys. But they made sure we were all coming."

So, as dickish as they sounded at times, they were still efficient, not willing to leave anyone behind.

"Think we should? What about you? Maybe we can ask them if there's some stuff we can take - I know Q'uila wanted metal for crafting with. Did you see those?" Here, amazement picks up. "Metal trees!"