[Ugh okay maybe he can deal with that later. But the look he's giving should clearly communicate he's not happy about it.]

Fine, fine, I guess. But y'know, if this place just makes you super old, I'd rather die right now, like. Have you seen me? Gotta keep this.

[He gestures at his face in a twirl of his wrist, grinning with the knowledge that he doesn't need to elaborate.]

C'mon. There's lights up there and I'm pretty sure this should help us blend in to the wackos-with-guns society or whatever's on that hill.

[A pause, wherein he would consider shutting up if it was someone he didn't trust, but it's Lucretia, so.]

You don't know why he called me a monster when I first woke up, do ya? Barring the idea that he's just super racist?