"Yeah, buddy, I'm feeling that Soviet vibe." S a r c a s m. Seriously, he doesn't have all of the stupid accents they have up there down, but he can tell that that's from somewhere that isn't Staten Island. Sigh. "Okay, I hear you. Dad." He snorts, but gives them a tinier smile. Seriously, that means a lot. "Thanks."

He turns back to his list, checking the first item on his list: Fire. He nods to himself, then summons his Keyblade, positioning himself directly across from the targets... but he'll pause, checking back on the soldier. "You need a place to sit? I think they got some folding chairs in the back." And he'll stop, and physically turn and move to get a chair for their friend. This is a longass list, friend.