"Dean, could you please explain to me why in the HELL Lilith and Joon's shuttle appears to be headed for the same galaxy that Era is in?"
Dean shrugged in the front pilot's seat, but Jin being seated behind that bulky chair couldn't quite see the gesture. "I don't know how the mind of a possessed man works, bro. But what's so weird about going to Era?"
Jin tried to smack the back of Dean's head, but only managed to hurt his hand slamming it against the hard leather upholstery of the headrest. "S'where Noon Mool was before it was destroyed. And where my people are from, dumbass."
"Oh. Right, right, that place that Petra's Gwangju Ai army blew to smithereens. Yeah, I saw the recordings. It was pretty cinematic. Hope people didn't get hurt."
Jin said under his breath, "Cinematic? What is this, Saving Private Ryan?" Then he sighed, "Yeah, that's the one. And I can't say I'm feeling chill about the fact that Joon and Lil--and WE--are heading right into that very same tense enemy territory. This is the stuff of idiot playbooks and sabotage, and I don't like it."
Dean added pleasantly, "Yeah, well, on the plus side we've almost caught up to them. So the next place they land, we should be able to catch 'em."
The good doctor couldn't help but point out, "Yes, but if the next place they land happens to be hostile enemy territory, then I'm not sure how well that serves our purpose in the long-run. As we might all end up caught by someone else."
"Hmm. I see you, man. I feel you."
"And I feel nauseous."
"Let's just see where this road goes, Mannequin Man. Have a little faith in my covert piloting skills."
"I have very little faith in you in general. From the way that you dress in all that ostentatious black leather, to your choice in black smokey-looking tattoos, to the general lack of upkeep inside of this jet. But I suppose it'll have to be done."
"A higher vote of confidence from you, I'm sure there never was," Dean answered, sounding very unbothered by Jin's sour mood.