Captain made Snippy's life easier for him by wriggling the man's hand between the crook of their elbow and then cinching it off at the pass, like a proper lady might if she were keeping tabs on a nervous, tiny dog. Sallying forth from the elevator, they all but dragged the shorter man alongside, using the full potential of their long stride to propel them down the hall. Captain knew where Snippy's small home was, oh yes they did. Grungy stocking feet and a look of pure grit was going to get them there before Snippy had the chance to reorient himself as the leader of this little outing, bruises and minor lacerations be damned.

"So how is the mission with the ship coming along?" they queried, feeling the need to elaborate about their clever native antics ebb for the moment. "Do I need to conscript other monkeys to do your wrenching?!"