[Reaper took the glare without even a flinch. Lance wouldn't be the first or the last person to glare at him, and he had learned a long time ago to let it roll off his back.]

I don't care much for death. Besides, that's not the first time you've blown me up.

[He gestured to the beams above them. He knew that getting Lance on task was the only hope for getting them to feel productive.]

Do you have supplies to get this started? Or should I start with Wraith to assist? With no thumbs, he's going to be a poor producer.