"I'm ready," he murmurs, voice barely a ghost of a whisper—partially because of their tenuous location, and partially because he feels... well... foolish, addressing (being addressed by) a cat. He knows it's Collette, of course, that had been made obvious very quickly. But it still doesn't quite discourage the feeling of absurdity.

Nor can he shake the unease surrounding his involvement here at all. Rebellions tend to be a Bad Idea, and he would very much like to never be caught up in one ever again. But the Transporter—that's their pathway home, among other things.

He isn't going to let that be compromised, just like he isn't going to let anyone be injured for this. Which is why—

"Whenever you guys are."