Poor Roger. He wants to be a safe and impartial observer, but to everyone else he’s just cannon fodder.
Roger: I --
Girii: You'll do it, Roger.
Roger: I will?
Girii: Sure you will.
Roger: Wait -- where are you going?
Girii: You're fine. The crew's fine. Jacob needs me.
Roger: Uh, no. No, I do not like how this is going down. Captain? Can I borrow one of your lifeboats?
Captain T: (Deflate the chair, Mischa. I'll take the helm.) In this storm? That'd be suicide.
Roger: And staying here isn't? Okay. Fine. I can do this. Spider Jerusalem didn't give up when they damaged his brain. Cory Doctorow didn't give up when they punctured his hot-air balloon. Bloggers don't give up. I can do this.
Captain T: Old cartoons, lad. Let him be, he's on a roll.