[He looks a little surprised at the list — though he supposes he shouldn't be, now that he really thinks about it. Mercenary stuff, right? Or kinda like one. He's in the presence of a real rebel, this one, doing things Lil' Pete would've only daydreamed out when he was stringy and awkward and marathoned Star Wars movies into the early hours (that last one didn't necessarily change).]

Hey, how dare you. That was totally a big budget film.

[He sits for a moment though. Collecting his thoughts, a little smile pulls at his lips.]

You know what I was doing at fifteen, before all this happened to me?

Studying. Struggling in P.E. Reading. Studying more. Maybe building something out of old radio parts. But then this happened to me, and... Once this kind of thing happens to you, you can't just — be that person anymore.

[He lazily punches a loose hand into his palm.]

You do more, because it's your responsibility to do more.