Riding in the truck had probably been the most horrific moment in Lee's life. There was literally nothing he could do but sit and hope that they didn't get blown up by cannon fire, and every second seemed to stretch out to an eternity as he expected the next shot to finally hit them and kill them all. With how outnumbered and underpowered they were, it all seemed incredibly likely that they were going to die. And yet, they were alive. They made it. They survived.

It took Lee a few seconds to recognize the fact that he was still alive and that the truck had stopped. Everyone was disembarking, and so after some physical and mental effort, he managed to stumble his way out of of the truck and into the lot with everyone else. Daryll said something about getting rooms for everyone before leaving for a bit, and there was movement by the others to get some food, but Lee hardly paid attention. All he could do at the moment was to try to process what the actual fuck just happened.

The sound of someone chuckling could be heard, and he quickly realized that it was him. It didn't sound like he'd gone crazy, but more of a stressful laugh that one would let out just to release pent up feelings of anxiety or stress. Which was exactly what he was doing, seeing as he managed to build up a massive amount of both anxiety and stress in such a short amount of time.

"Ho-[b]ly[/b] shit," Lee finally spoke, bringing his arm up to his eyes to wipe away a stray tear that had managed to creep out, "We're alive. We just fought a robot apocalypse and [i]survived[/i]. They...don't really prepare you for that kind of thing back at the Citadel." He shoved his hands into his pockets as his laughter died down and his posture began to finally relax. Though whether he weas actually starting to relax or just trying to convince himself into relaxing was up for debate.

"Holy shit..."

Food began to get passed around, which made him realize that he was starving, though he made sure to give his own contribution and took his bottle of vodka out from his jacket, where he'd been storing it for safe-keeping. He had turned the glass bottle into what was basically jelly so it wouldn't get smashed, which was fortunate since he definitely would've broken it during the escape. With a quick counter-spell, the bottle was back to being good as new and was glass once more. He took a heavy swig out of it and passed it to whoever was next to him, though he caught the look of disdain Daryll was giving it once he returned. Another quick chuckle escaped his lips, but he said nothing of it.

"Alright." Lee spoke up again, his tone serious, "I think it's time somebody asked this question, and since no one else will I guess it's up to me." He pointed at the Princess, a focused look in his eyes.

"So are you single, or...?"

Well, that was one way to try to lighten the mood.