Tch, yeah...never really liked flying types myself. [Guzma, that's typist.] You want 'em just driven off or, y'know...pfft.

[He draws a finger across his throat, then shrugs at Harv's next words. He'll maintain pest control for the time being, then maybe do some picking and repair work. First and foremost, though--] Y'all got the tool and materials we needs to do that there repair, yeah? Y'don't expect us to beat sticks together to make magic happen, I'm hoping.