"Figured it'd be good to give the option." He adjusts the hood with the extra bulk around his neck now. Lance flits in to help with it before disappearing back into his own space. "You seem like someone who prefers comfort. Though I could be wrong."

Standing up, he brushes himself off before looking around. The Fallen can wait for another day. Much to Lance's chargin, he transmats up to his ship with Lucifer en tow. A hand reach up to check that yes the ahamkara made it fine.

Heading over to the pilot seat, he starts checking over various places before finding a suitable place. He punches in the coordinates before comfortably sitting back and letting the ship do the work.