One of these days he's going to learn how to not get baited like this. That day is, sadly, not today. Tomorrow doesn't seem likely either. Though perhaps, he'll just take to some teasing of his own. Duo isn't perhaps the most subtle about his affections. Though, to the best of Quatre's knowledge still too subtle for a certain someone to notice. He didn't have a bet with Trowa about when and how that might change, that would be crass. But a guessing game to see who got closest isn't going to hurt anyone, surely. So far they've both lost multiple times over.

Quatre works very hard to be an oasis of peace and acceptance for his friends. He doesn't always quite manage, but the effort is there.

"When there are rafters." Quatre agrees dryly, sparing the ceiling a glance. It seems pretty solid and in a lot better repair than any of the furnishings that had once been in this room. "But that does sound like him, doesn't it?" For a man of few words, he certainly loved to make an entrance.

"Shipyard looks pretty big. There's a chance the others just haven't been found yet." He certainly hops so anyway. It'd be good to see Sandrock again and with everything that's bound to happen his partner'd certainly come in handy.