[ This has been, in Tucker's very mature and professional opinion.
A really dumb day. The co-opting, the insta-mission, the employee jumpsuit when they could have just let him wear his armor what's having a PB on lock can you eat it, everything. And also the aliens from Alien, he guesses.

Like a trip down parenthood memory lane. Only worse.

He was mostly tuned out for this ride back. Trying to vibe with Bob Ross and his landscapes and baby squirrels, not really paying attention. Pretending for his own benefit that he's not taking any of this super seriously. Then he kinda slides back in for this. Very professional-like. ]

Holy shit, dude, ominous much? [ No, he doesn't consider this a serious attempt at harm in the making. He's seen more than his share of genuine "oh let me help you out with that" turn into death and destruction.

Tucker figures maybe this dude is just dumb or an asshole. Like most people he knows, and is.

He's very good at not paying attention. ]

Your bedside manner could only be creepier if you were holding an axe over his face. Blackmail a favor out of him after we make sure he doesn't die!

[ GOSH... it's common courtesy. ]