Serge beams, with the sort of infectious joy that only really comes from narrowly escaping death... "Hey, Kid? I, uh. When we're heading back to the center, d'you want to, um. I mean. Talk, about something? I-if that's okay, I mean, I had something I wanted to ask you but it's kinda private and, um. Uh."

He clears his throat. "When we're done, I mean. Obviously. Yeah."