Eddy turns sharply at the sound of laughter and he's honestly not sure if it's more or less embarrassing that it's Tybalt who's suddenly slunk out of the darkness and caught him in the act of minion contemplation. His brows furrow together as every attempt at a snappy reply just ends in radio static. After a few false starts, he goes with "Uh, thanks."

His attempts to mirror Tybalt's casual coolness find him leaning an elbow on the minion, which was never meant to support his weight and they both go tumbling to one side. Keeper reflexes manage to save the minion from smashing against the ground, but it's an altogether graceless display, quiet expletives accompanying the helmet flying off the minion and rolling its way over to Tybalt.

Both upright again, but at what cost, he haltingly asks, "Where's yours?"