[Maybe there's more to it than him being a pervert monk that he wanted to look, hmmmmmm?]

Haha, really?

[He shoots him a grin.] And people call me lazy!

[He trots toward the wreckage, chuckling a bit more.] It explains the state your pants were in. [He glances around, looking for a good bit to grab, but in the end just dug his fingers through the metal and tearing off the chunk of ship, holding it over his head in a shower of dirt, sparks and scraps of metal.]

Can it get out now?