The pat gets a little grin out of Hector, his whole posture brightening, his tail doing its best impression of a question mark in its little delighted curl. What can he say? Apocalypse or no, caught in a ditch of self-loathing or otherwise, he's so easily fluffed up by praise. Some things simply never change!

"Never heard'a pally-dins, but goddy-soldier makes enough sense to me," Hector offers, falling thoughtful as well. Would the original Bizzyboys have counted as paladins? That's an odd thought. He shelves that for now. "I heard a lil' bit, though, and met one of 'em on the way in! Think tanks we can do, though, easy-peasy. What'cha got on the mind, pal o' mine? Lookin' to do something for the ladies in charge?"