By the second repetition of that accusatory question, Taako's radio is held at arm's length, his long, animated ears twitched back against his head tensely; he watches the radio as though Foster might climb out of it, grab him and shake him.

When Foster is finished, there's a silence; Taako collects his words quietly before he starts to speak.

"... because if I did anything then, they would've-- there was a fuckin' angel right there, my man! You think she would've put up with a demon straight-up murdering somebody in front of her? And, yeah, like, we've gotta wait now, because we're back in this fuckin' place and I don't wanna get turned into a potted plant or whatever they do to murderers around here." He lets out what's left of that breath in a huff, and then laughs mirthlessly. "So, yeah, you've gotta wait, but like, if you think you can handle that, I'll put you down and you can just... chill out in whatever afterlife you're headed for, and we'll go on with our-- well, I'll go on with my life, anyway."