"Yeah, you have fun with that." The words come out more deadpan than he'd like, but York finds he doesn't care as much as he probably should. "Just stay outta my factory marked on the and you'll be golden. Or polished steel."

Whatever girls that were ships were... made of... Suddenly York's really feeling normal. He starts off south, pulling his hood up. He hopes that if human deities exist, they keep her from following him.