Sawyer laughed to himself at Drake's extreme stress and kept his relaxed posture, though his smile said anything but it; plastered to his face, splitting it in half and stretching from ear to ear, jolly yet painful to uphold. He was just so damn joyful, so happy to be back among his people, the stresses around him simply passed over him. "I have a few ships in storage. Prillion designs, or stolen from alien worlds, in my storages. They're a bit unorthodox compared to the NTR designs we've used thus far but I'd hardly call them ineffective. We could use those. Modify them. If you guys want," Sawyer stated, steeping his fingers and looking astound at the stressed and intense glares around him with a carefree attitude.