[Grif is uncharacteristically quiet for a second or two. This is all much heavier than anything he's used to talking about with anyone, especially with this level of sincerity. Grif doesn't do sincerity. Nobody in Blood Gulch really did.]

Whoah whoah whoah there, Superman. I'm not jumping at the chance to die for this. I'll help out. I don't exactly have a work history lined up to go put out space resumes, and I definitely don't think they've got a GI bill for people from other universes.

[He fidgets a little, uncomfortable.]

Sure people need help. But I'm people, and first things first I gotta make sure I'm okay. Cause who's gonna take care of me if not me, right?