Dick had a point. "Yeah," said Duo, correcting himself, "designation 'teammates'." He cast a glance at Kisame and found an almost real smile. "And 'asshole'. The cat is a teammate, too. So don't shoot it."
It was entirely possible he was never going to forget he'd said that.
"Helluva weird team," he muttered, and finally drew himself away from Dick, finding his own balance. "I mean, I've had a few weird ones--" gangs, pilots, Preventers, Howard's sweeper group, "--but I think this one takes the prize."
And apparently the prize was a gundam in a rock with a dead him inside.
Win, thought Duo, feeling very tired.
"I think I’d make a good Aztec," he said, eying the cockpit doors. They should’ve opened with the code alone. He reached out and brushed his fingers over the seam where the doors met. "So, buddy, I need a password now to get you open? Or does pretty please work?"