"...well damn, that's convenient." York goggles a little at the glowing, at the pink- and wonders a little what it'd be like. If maybe the kid could fix his bum eye but-

Not now. Later. When they're up top and everything's fine again.

The kid works, Celestia keeps the light up, and York? Keeps an eye on the perimeter. What he wouldn't give for a pipe or something to swing.