Depth Charge simply shrugged off the command- yeah, whatever, I'll maybe think about it. It could only have been more indifferent if he'd yawned and studied his nails at the same time.

You couldn't have faulted his acting skills if you'd tried. Yanking the guy's crankcase wasn't what he'd had in mind, of course- far from it- but the last thing he wanted was for Lugnut to know just how deeply they'd managed to screw with him. After all, they might have been friends not enemies, but-

- what in the galaxy...? Depth Charge's brow contracted into a frown as he realised that Lugnut was shaking like a leaf. For a moment, all he could do was stare. He shifted, then, softly, muttered: "... sorry." And then he blinked, because he definitely hadn't meant to say it out loud. "Didn't mean to mess with you." Or that.