"Ain't much mine either, but sometimes you draw a bad hand." He sure hopes he doesn't do so right out of the gate in this position, not without Sundance watching his back.

Turning, Cayde watches as the woman starts looking over another ship. He looks at the others around, gesturing at them loosely. "All of 'em up to this point," he says, flashing another lopsided grin. "Now either it'll end up bein' the last one that we can manage to crack, or none at all." Now that'd be some rotten luck, but they can't all be locked, can they?