Erik completely approves of both their summations—he accepts a refill, too, and lifts his glass briefly in thanks. With any luck, he'll actually catch a few hours of sleep before his shift begins tomorrow.
Yes, he has a day job. Right now they're laying train tracks. Imagine it. (He's being paid to hone his skills, basically.)

"Absolutely. Our terrorist friends aren't the only arseholes capable of multitasking." Gosh. Ilde's a bad influence, clearly.