Shit. Teddy grins, ever polite. "Yeah, totally. I work a lot of afternoons and evenings so my patrol schedule is kind of irregular, but I can drop you a message on the watch or something next time I head out."

As a Kree/Skrull hybrid, Teddy probably could swallow his own foot if he tried hard enough. What he really wants now though is for the ground to swallow him up, or maybe for a giant bird to swoop down and carry him off. Why does his mouth have to say stupid things?