"Whoa. That's pretty cool." He's envious. Can Wayne do it on the ship, he wonders.

"Make use of the Flesh?" That sounds... vaguely ominous. "Train? Oh, uh. I'm pretty good with guns already, actually. If that's what you mean?"

Wayne's elbowing makes him smile. This place is so calm and everyone is so willing to accept him. It's starting to, absurdly, feel like a place he could call home. Too bad he can't stay. Right? Then again, he's not sure how to get out of here. He's not really in a hurry to yet, if he's honest with himself. He's been saying he needs a real vacation for years now.

"I'll help any way I can."