It was good to see Tailgate so happy, and Cyclonus couldn't deny that he felt more relaxed in the familiar corridors of the Lost Light. The hallways feel practically cavernous after the confines of the Moira.

"I could do with something other than rations and Old Corroder to drink," he admits, smiling at Tailgate's excitement. "I will meet you there."

Flying in the corridors isn't something he plans to do, so he'll let Tailgate drive and follow at a more sedate pace.