[ He doesn't blame her for being a little pessimistic, but he's neither impressed or amused by it either. His expression only sours briefly, just for him to make the small comment of: ] Tone it down a little, will you? No need to give them any ideas when we haven't even made it halfway to where we're headed.

[ He brings a hand to the side of his neck, sighing briefly. He really needs a cigarette. ]

Tyki, Madam. Pleasure's all mine if we get through without another bump in the road.