TC: A…job…? *looks between him and Sun - hadn't thought that far yet, still dealing with the fact that he's here at all, this time yesterday, he was preparing to go to the arenas for some very illegal and deadly gladiatorial matches, with nothing but more of the same in his future* I . . . I hadn't . . . really considered it yet, sir.
Warp: He'll be interested as soon as he finishes wrappin' his processor around the fact he doesn't hafta be a gladiator anymore.