"You know what?" The relief of not spending half an hour camped out by a tree in the woods trying yet again to pretend his brother is okay, the thrill of being here - seriously, this place looks like somethin' straight outta' the damn movies - it brings his grin right back.

"You know what, that sounds like fun. Bring it on. We can handle it, right?" He slaps at Ford's arm, honestly excited. "What did you make somethin' like that for, anyway? The hell of it?"