"With as many times as you've bailed my ass outta the fire I'd probably have to sell my camper if ya ever decided to collect." He was joking with a crooked grin, selling his Winnebago would make Diz a hobo since it was the only home he'd ever really known. "Brand don't pay me enough to go up against Danvers, I'd rather hug a cactus butt nekkid."
On the contrary, Beta was calming down the symbiote having calmed down the host significantly to the point that the emotional reveberation had the both of them chilled out. Taking out a notebook he handed it over to show Assiah the horrible things that he'd been told would happen by the agents he'd been eating lunch with when they were aboard Talyn after that evac op they'd done a while back. "...tryin' ta explain mah accent ta Drax is impossible. I mean hell Stark n' Price understand Thor better 'n they understand me!"
His accent got really thick for a minute but it couldn't be helped sometimes, what with him being a born and raised rural Texan. "I didn't do anything that you didn't top 'cept fer shootin' Ronan in the face with a big ass cannon. I still got an ace up my sleeve I ain't played yet though. I keep tryin' ta play it but I never get the chance."
Had he gotten rusty? Was he getting soft? Did the cowboy lose his edge and not realize it? These thoughts never crossed his mind until now, he'd considered surviving this long to be good enough but now he had his doubts.