"For the record, I don't think you're useless. You're doing a bang-up job with that glitter." Cayde grins, half-joking, but not in the part about uselessness.

"I have to agree though. I need something to keep me busy too. Preferably not paperwork." That is definitely one thing he does not miss from back home. "But we're agreed on the booze too. You're still fresh from transport, so there's a lot of time for you to look around, get acclimated, figure out if there's something to keep you busy. Takes time, I understand, but just doing that stuff alone's enough to keep you occupied. Then? If you get bored, you can come by here and we can stack glasses into pyramids or something." He pauses. "Or I can teach you to shoot a gun."