He rolls his eyes at the mention of the Drift Fleet; it's confirmation on both their parts, though he'd had perhaps more of an advantage in that Sansa gave him a heads up regarding Steve's presence. "Yes, it's me," he replies regardless, turning half his attention back and the mess that is the immediate landscape. For a moment he thought he'd seen movement, but it must have been a trick of the light.

He's still keeping one eye on it.

"I've been told that this planet is akin to what the Fleet was: the place to which we're returned, when we're not sent out on the whim of these Agrii." It's probably clear how distasteful he finds the idea of captivity by these aliens.