[Giving what Labrys was saying serious consideration for a minute, Lancer whistled quietly--apparently signaling a Houndoom to stick her head in the frame.]

Yo, Olldóiteán. You heard her, what d'you think of it?

[If a large hellhound could shrug, that seemed to be what she did in response.]

There you go, kid. But hey, ain't a damn thing says you have to do anything at all. Your choice, y'know?