"Well, you're Roman." Pointing out of obvious, yes, he knows. But he has a point in this.

"And you're....you're a-- whateveryoucallit leader guy. Plus the son of-- Jupiter. That's got to count for something, right?" He gives a shrug, he hands going into the pockets of his toolbelt to fiddles with gears nervously.

"Maybe- I dunno, they'll listen to you? If you try talking to them, I mean."