His arms are out in a shrug, with a sigh.

"They have a sick sense of humor. Bringing us here of all places. And I can't help but feel like we're doing dirty work too. These shards, and that disc. I'd like to have a word with her myself really. But I don't think we'll like what we find, the further we go. I have a bad feeling."

Turning to his son, hand on his shoulder.

"Are you alright, my boy?"