"Oh, yeah, definitely. Bring in a couple of throw pillows, a sofa, and maybe walls that aren't alive and it'll be great! A real Martha Stewart makeover." It's reflexive sarcasm and a reference Chief isn't likely to get, but Chief is alive and moving and here, which means the situation just got a hell of a lot better. He's relieved, at the very least.

He glances at the blaster, then back up at Chief. "I killed a man." Okay, that's not exactly accurate. "Kind of." Details. "I slit a Tribute's throat and took his gun. Arcade teleported him away before I could finish the job." His tone gets a bit too bright and his smile a bit too wide. "So if you see a fucker with a Chicago smile running around, tell him hi for me." And by that he means finish the job, please.