"Dunno, bro. Depends on if you like your odds better in here or out there."

Dirk, clearly, wouldn't mind either way. He has his sword captchalogued, his sunglasses on his nose, and URSULA's weird courtesy of ocean-breathing in his throat. He is about as chill about nighttime ocean threats as he is about spending the night with a vaguely dubious sentient work of foreign technology.

"Personally, I find the idea of staying here a little dull. I was going to teach Wiz the rap greats tonight." (No one is going to stop Dirk from teaching those modified droids to rap like champions.)