"Yeah, we've been through a lot together," he smoke through a warm smile as he finished scrounging beneath the seat and at the footwells of the DAHAK's controls. He took a seat to check its sturdiness-- only to hop up with fur bristled.

Ah, there was that rubber mallet, handle wedged between the back cushion and the seat cushion and head placed perfectly to greet him under the tail when he sat. Fantastic. Wonderful. He pulled it out somewhat sheepishly, glancing back down to Tok.

"Got it, third armor plate on the... left..."