"Huh. And Zavala always says there's no time to chat in the middle of a fight." Cayde snorts in amusement, picking up the bottles from earlier to refill the man's glass.

"Ah, don't worry about it. Just figure out where to settle, pull your weight, offer a hand, and that's all anyone can ask for. -although if you don't mind doing the dishes I'm not saying no to that either."