Dave seems to be better about actually getting to the point than Punchy was. Or maybe it's just the gravity of the situation that's motivating him--either way, Gary doesn't think he likes this. He picks up the second tribble and holds it close to his chest.

"...Good stuff. Right?" Not about the fact that he's dead, or how the rebels that were supposed to be helping apparently killed him. Good. Things. Gary's mouth twitches into a desperate smile to encourage this.