Firstly, dope. [Even if he's still feeling jittery about it, it was kinda cool that she just straight up fucking...teleported somewhere else. He holds up a second finger, and this time his face looks more akin to a grimace.]

Second...no thanks, fam. Y'all is spicier than a Tamato berry, but not my type. N' I don't care none for shmoozing with anyone, really. [Seriously. forging relationships like that has been about as good for Guzma as throwing himself down a flight of stairs, and he's just not about that shit. The concept just seems like so much work, too. Gross.] Anyway, peace.