"Yeah," he says again, distantly. "Probably." He taps his fingers on his thigh, his mind skittering from one topic to another rather than linger on Falcon's corpse, his mechanical guts. He's seen bodies before, it's just—something about this one—

But then he glances at Goro, and seems to come back to himself a bit. "Hey." He steps behind the counter and touches Goro's shoulder.