By then Marc had raised his hands, stepping back as he flicked a look towards his reflection on the wall. There was a moment before he muttered something of a, "Sorry," finally dragging his gaze back towards Catra. Just a kid. She didn't mean anything by it. He tried to force the conversation onto a more focused path, gesturing roughly at the ship around them.

"So is all this for real?" he asked, stepping away from Catra to have a look for himself at what the ship had to offer. His accent had vanished entirely, sounding more like a certain pilot, maybe more rough around the edges. "This thing actually fly?"