[Frankly, he only sort of cares where the junk goes at this point– but he can only imagine what sort of comments about "efficiency" she might have for him if he says as much out loud. A spirit guide is really starting to seem an awful like an AI the more Fi talks (so maybe his first guess wasn't so far off the mark, then.)

Summoning up a fuck to give, he glances around and spots a heavy wooden crate – the sort that might be used to ship materials. He clamps a hand on the lip of its open face and brings it over, one-handed, by the table and motions at it before continuing.]

That's pretty much what I'd been doing before all of this. [The whole Ingress thing, he means.] Security. Making sure that the people who'd want to hurt us don't.

You'd think on a ship full of people who're good at "eliminating their enemies," everyone else would get the hint and keep away. Sounds like that's not the case.

[He's heard a secondhand account of what'd happened with the Caducans, after all. And he – as most people can probably agree – thinks it was a bit of a cluster.]