"Yeah, whatever Jack you got now ain't ours," Dirk confirms, and he doesn't sound even a little sorry. He liked Jack as a co-engineer, but he didn't like the way the man eyed the steering wheel.

Everything else--the shit with his daughter, Steven's honeymooner infatuation, all of it--is just someone else's psychodram. Until it isn't. But right now?

Not his problem.

"But if you're looking for Solus, I don't know where he's off to. Wherever you find those decapitated 'snowperson' heads flying around is probably where he'll be. They're Rotom powered... but he's in costume, so just run around yanking off bears until you find him, I guess."

He didn't have to tell her to do it that way, but... well, you see...

"Tell him I sent you."