He blearily notes Reynard's fond tone; seems Samus has a growing fan club.

"The internet! Good for you!" he chuckles, hiding his ignorance behind a sip of his drink. "I don't blame you for falling behind. Twentieth Century technology is moving so fast."

He feigns fiddling with his notebook and not-so-stealthily scribbles something that may not be legible outside of a drunken haze: Internet??

"Hell, a gun and a good four-wheel drive are all you really need in those mountains."