"I'm not that young," he grumbles. No, he's totally close to being that young. Being under 3 million years isn't as impressive as some, he guesses, but Fulcrum still folds his arms like an indignant teenager. "Look, not all of us have the luxury of having a firearm. I think we should try to be a little more reasonable. Anyone's liable to get angry when they notice there's nothing to refuel on, right?"