[Whatever their current project was, Jensen's taking a break from that. He lounges on a chair with a cold bottle of beer in his hand. Where did he get the beer? From Cid's fridge of course. Sorry Cid, Jensen's been stocking things up there from time to time.

But it's much too quiet with any sort of conversation happening, so Jensen decides to remedy that.]

So, behind that foul-mouthed pilot exterior of yours, is there a soft, gooey center that only a few know about, or is this a case of what you see is what you get?