[Meanwhile Wolfwood, who has no such anxiety right now-]

It’s pretty much a straight shot from here back, I think. My shades are golden glasses, you ain’t gotta worry ‘bout us gettin’ lost.

[He taps a curved claw against one of the plastic legs before focusing his attention on Ain again.

Hm…]

…could chase you back. [Glances off to the side like a guilty dog] ….that was fun. I ‘unno. If you wanted-