It feels like it's been forever since he was the one not taking an aggressive stance. Dylas hates it. He feels weak. If she were to try something, he wouldn't be prepared for it. He's a monster--a hunter. His instincts are actively fighting his decision to take an exposed stance.

"The Curti Center," he replies after a moment. "The airship. That's where we are. You're just...floating. You need to wake the hell up."