[ Gildor listens. What he hears aren't bad suggestions, though he could poke a few holes in them. The vast distance blocking their ability to efficiently communicate with the station, for one. The opinion that they are all stronger together, for another. Instead of pointing out flaws directly, he briefly offers his own experience- ]

We are very lucky to have strong thinkers and fighters together, you know. On top of all the formalities, this pilgrimage has been one hunting expedition after another. I've not been able to participate in any such events, though I have been building relationships where I can, as have we all.

[ The next round of suggestions are ones he finds more agreeable. Despite their many talents, they really are a "clusterfuck" aren't they? He smiles behind his veils and his thoughts crescendo approvingly. ]

I think that is a wonderful idea. Perhaps you could practice your new abilities and share these suggestions with everyone. I know more than a few solider-types who would be happy to enlist and help formulate such plans. One addendum I would emphasize is keeping not just ourselves safe in the event of an emergency, but the innocent Rabadoceans as well.

[ As soon as they figure out who those innocent Rabadoceans are, of course.

As much as Gildor approves of Bakugo now, the elbowing-steering is a bit difficult to read, and more than a little pokey. He slows and puts up a hand the next time he's jabbed, startled but patient. ] Sorry, I can find my way back up eventually if this is too difficult for you.