Don't worry, I got what you meant! [Jaime actually winds up kind of shouting down at Kaidan, though he doesn't mean to; it always takes him a little bit to figure out that his passengers are close enough to hear him, even over the rush of wind and the flapping of his wings. Everything always seems a little louder in his own head.]

I think that guys like us get used to that kind of talk pretty quick.

[There's no way of handling things other than being a little irreverent, sometimes. Jaime never wants to actually defer to violence, but he'll joke about punching guys all he likes. It's just the way these things go.

He winds up speeding up more before they get there, the scenery little more than a blue-tinted blur beneath them, but eventually, they make it to the site of the crash. Jaime looks down at it with a wince.]

Ooh. You see that?