"Yeah... you too, mate," Killian returned skeptically. Lizard brain tingling, the pirate didn't yet trust York far as he could throw him. Which, judging by the man's mass, wouldn't be far enough to escape should an altercation arise.
Technology. Blimey. Was this man trying to pull the wool over Killian's eyes? Everyone knew that any technology sufficiently advanced was indistinguishable from magic.