"It's not full of junk!" He yells from halfway down the hall. Though that's exactly what his room is full of. If anything, he's got more actual junk than anyone. It's just nowhere near as packed full as Don's, and it's full of stuff he can actually identify instead of a mess of metal and wires.

For now, you guys can do whatever. At the mention of the hatchlings, he's even happier to get out of there, considering he's still less than pleased about his little namesake. He's just gonna go move his weapon cleaning stuff to the living room and maybe meet everyone down there.