Jet's grin widened and he turned back to continue heading down the hall. An adventure through space with potential danger around every corner. It was so easy to imagine.

"None yet, Madame Worthington, but stay on your toes, these fiends like to set traps! How does it look from the rear, Mr. Heinrich? And spare us your senile rants." He shot a soft look back at the both of them, to Felicity to show her he appreciated her indulgence and the one for Albert so he'd know Jet didn't really think he was senile. Ninety-nine percent of the time.