[he doesn't need direct line of sight to reaper's face to know -- he affixes him back with what seems to be a one-eyed stare, if it weren't for a odd, somewhat piercing sensation that he was being looked at deeper than just his surface, from somewhere underneath that mess of bangs that covers half of his face. he shrugs, however, unfazed... or more accurately, just uncaring.]

You were the one that suggested it first. [simple as that.]

[and once more, body poised in a seemingly relaxed yet still-alert way, he looks aside for a second down the hallway before back to the masked man, his look feeling as usual once again.]

I actually meant permission to access the airlocks, but I guess neither of us care much about that. Fine, then.

Start gathering them up.