"Bow chicka." Offhand and under his breath, though he does spare a look over his shoulder back to Tucker- or at least where Tucker had been. They're good sorts, Tex had said. Worth the trouble. And he'd...well. He'd believed it well enough to help her out.

Letting him get his ass killed in here like this- as well as getting everyone else killed- isn't exactly on the agenda. Throwing a little luck his way can't hurt, even if it makes the odds on one boom with the machine a little slim. Two, maybe three ought to do it. Because banter makes things less pressing and more normal, he patches through to Tucker's comm. "Must be very disappointing for the women if you're that quick, slick."