"To see how much line they got," he offers, a gentle correction. " ...Or however this metaphor goes with figuring out our safe operating limits, I can't say I'm much of a fisherman."

He shakes his head a little, letting go of trying to figure out how to lay down this thought in fish analogies. A good joke's in there, maybe, but he's busy.

"A gift horse this big is probably a trap. If it is, I get to learn some rules to the game. If it isn't, though..." Cayde's grin returns, little plates shifting under his eyes like cheeks pulling up, browplate lowering to make the expression just a little dangerous. "We have found ourselves one hell of a nice piece of wiggleroom to play in."