Delta's closest brush with a professional lackey was Stanley Poole and that didn't exactly leave him with a stellar opinion of the profession. Jean isn't making as spectacularly a catastrophic first impression as that walking tire fire, but Delta's impression of them isn't really ticking over to 'tolerable' at the moment either.

He braces his elbow against his knee, resting his helmet against his fist and stares at Jean. Communicating with this big daddy is a privilege and that privilege is about to be revoked if Jean doesn't get to the point.