How about a no?
Ollie could seriously see how so many things could go wrong.
Just the setup of this place alone was screaming 'high-budget horror film,' which would have been great if they weren't the forced actors.
His grip tightened so intensely that Kyle thought it was great he was wearing the military-issued exploration suit, or it would've been torn by now.
"Ollie, stop gripping so hard like that," said the adjutant, who would've ideally opened his hands himself if not for needing to make sure that he was ready to pilot at any time.
"I'll just pay for it…" muttered the blonde who wasn't even blinking.
"I don't care about the clothes. But if you keep on doing that, you'll break your own fingers," reasoned Kyle.
It was only then that Ollie looked back at him in surprise.
"You have an important role. So you have to be ready, and you need your fingers for it."
"Huh…?"
The mop felt like this giant was speaking in a language he couldn't understand.
