"They're good at that," says the Chief. He recognizes the front of bravado, it's not too far from what he does himself. Perhaps a bit more deft, though. York's is informed by a lifetime of normal human socialization and he has some actual charm.

"If we're lucky we'll get a break and not have to test that again for a while. The Legion's good, but we don't take much vacation time."

Not that the Chief would know what to do with it. He worries about the others, though. He may be walking out of Arcade's arena mostly unshaken, but the Chief's... never been a good representative of the whole.