âTough shit, kit,â Myla shoots back. She could care less about what he wants to avoid. If she had her way, sheâd be back in California, working with her band again. Canât always get what we want, Han-Wool.
      âEither you help, or i make it a point of leading the killer to you. Your choice, but personally I think a little oil on your hands is better than a hook through your fuckinâ shoulder, donât you?â
          â YOU BETTER HOPE  itâs not ji-woon then, princess ... â  no further explanation is made, elbow leaning on the generator as he simply watches her work.   â iâm not interested in doing these things.  itâs so much easier to just wait things out and find the hatch.  nobody told you that? â
          he finally begins to tinker with some wires, but only because heâs beyond bored at the moment.  despite his attitude, he seems to know what heâs actually doing here, hands skillfully moving between parts to get things working.