They give Ardyn a brief, mildly annoyed look. (Got you there, pal. You shut up, too, Sarge. What about me. I'm going to indulge you. Food! Sort of, anyway.) Then they push up to their feet, and offer him the metal hand to get up, too. "Come on. I'm getting you a goddamn mocha and we're going to stop moping for a little while."

Mochas make everything better, at least for as long as it takes to drink one.