[ His lower lip pushes outward. ]

I didn't go anywhere except straight into Sandworm Land! And...well...here, I guess...

[ His dirty feathers, which had been bristling without him knowing it, slowly unfluff. His halo sags to one side as his mouth quirks to the other. Oh, huh. This mall goth is his savior. ]

Let's walk that back, hold up, hold up, hold up, put 'er there!

[ He tosses the hammer aside and snatches up one of her hands with both of his before vicariously pumping it up and down. ]

I owe you, kid!