Jake made his way down the stairs and towards the incinerator to watch it trash around. There was a sense of satisfaction watching it die after all the shit it (or the others) put him through. He couldn't help but be smug about it.

"Guess we can add robot-burning to our resumes now," he smirked while rubbing sweat off his brow. In other words, HE'S PROUD OF YOU, HEIJI. You're cooler than you look. You'd be a good merc.