He... hehehehheee... heh..? ( But he's raising his engine, its entrails dragging down, rattling it as if it might whisper its secrets. ) You hear the birdie? Do you? You? Hear'er? Asking like we've not tried yet, us, like there's anything to be done, like us and that other unlucky fool d'Ubiq ain't tried it, shhhhh, whassat? Whassat, she's a fool of a bird? Got tar on her feathers? No, she ain't fat, won't do, bread for'er, she's fancy. Got crumbs? Got -

( ...and now, kindly brace for the rounded engine part, sent flying for Yelena's head, while Chrichter reaches for the blade he's been deploying to cut through wire. Run, while he screams for all his followers to hear: )

Got crumbs for your cursed tongue, birdie! Come talk more to me?