"That might actually kill me." His hand settled over his chest, fingers spread, as a pose of how much he was wounded that Vegeta would actually think of doing such a thing. He dropped his hand after to tuck it into his pocket as he followed after. "'Course, that'd just cause the pressure to be lost in the rest of the plane. Not sure how I feel about that."

Keats took the time to tip his head up to stare at the sky, squinting at some far off object. He wasn't really sure that he could drive -- while he had memories of driving, he can't say that they actually happened given what he was, and so he was a little relieved that Vegeta decided to take the lead in this one. Though, his head snapped around (and then, downward) to look at the man.

"Are you call me fat?"