Fifty three? That's spring chicken territory! No sarcasm, total honesty.

[There's a moment where Cayde slows his roll, looking back and winking with the best smirk he can manage. It's a quick, cheeky thing that lasts only a few seconds before he's back to picking his way through all sorts of alien plants. It's good, really good, this is something he'd missed so dearly before the Red War and now being confined to the Circle...even if none of it is real, he's fine being selfish enough to take advantage of things.

Well, and make sure to uphold his reputation with Hank. A guy just can't take getting called out sitting down.]

And besides, drawing fire...ha! I suppose I can show off just a little for you [If that's not what he's already doing....] if you insist.