[ Fire stick...? His eye darts at his cigarette in his hand, then back at the car.

Trying so hard to act like everything is cool. Like he's not shitting his pants. Be cool, Pinkman, be cool. ]

Yeah. Totally. Yeah. Just... [ gesturing to his cigarette. Managing to muster a sarcastic tone even in spite of how freaked out he looks. ] hangin' out on some freaky ass spaceship welding my face with a cigarette. Yeah, that's just like. A day in the life, yo.