That's nice of him. It probably won't be needed, though; the loud idiot seems surprisingly firm in his footing and lands almost gracefully after jumping off the pod, if we don't count him nearly whipping himself in the face with his hair. He bares his teeth, wrings it out the best he can in the middle of pouring rain and tucks it into his coat.

"Clearly you have better company than I do!" Him. He's apparently the better company out of the two. Still, the situation isn't calling for pointless antagonizing. "Any idea where we are?"