[His eyes flit in the direction Vakama indicates, one brow arching just slightly. While he's not sure just what the other has in mind, he trusts his judgment, and so it's without any hesitation to speak of that he nods in assent.]

Yeah, sure.

[As for the other part... he purses his lips as if contemplating a response to them. It's certainly not the first time he's heard that exact sentiment expressed, nor will it be the last, yet the strange, uneasy feeling that surfaces in the pit of his stomach at those kind of words never seems to go away.]

To be honest, though, I'm more concerned about some of the others-- the ones who got their heads messed with...