Senjen did [i]not[/i] understand what Light was trying to do. He was clearly in a good mood, which was nice, but Senjen just ended up standing like a statue, staring back at Light’s tentacles. Did he want him to swing back? Was he supposed to dodge, or...something else? Ultimately, he settled on trying to give a light, friendly punch to Light’s side, which ended up even more slow and awkward due to the gel. 

“Ah...yeah. I mean...yeah! We’re home free now, right? Not like there’s any way to track in FTL, so it’ll be clear to the drop-off.” Senjen finally responded. 

Jess unstrapped herself from her seat, then was finally able to unseal and remove the helmet from her suit. “Could you be more overconfident? All it would take is a few decent-sized guns to leave this freighter dead in the water. Yeah it worked, but, ah...shit.” She let out a sigh and relaxed her shoulders. “No, I don’t think even I can be mad about this one right now. You really did good, Light, and that’s no lie. You tracked down that ship in a fraction of the time I thought it was going to take, and that might have honestly saved our asses. Those pirates got sloppy tracking us; probably because they were having to rush just to keep up.”