"Damn. Here I was hoping I could blame you for picking the wrong one." Kyle smirked. He stood as well, stretching his arms above his head before giving Matthew a hearty pat on the back. "Just don't get yourself killed. If it turns out you have to slay a dragon, don't do something stupid. Bring your ass back here, we'll gun it down with the turrets." He glanced back at the ship with a thoughtful look. "Do we have turrets on that thing?" He jokingly asked.