"Great", is his frigid and terse response as they continue forward in their lopsided but steady and decently coordinated quest. If he feels lucky, he doesn't indicate it, just doggedly presses forward. Now that he has his sights on winning, they might as well; it might give him, at least for a few minutes, some kind of high, and anyone who knows anything about Linen knows that highs are one of the few things he is known to reliably chase after.

After they've won, though, Jolie's excitement just serves as a contrast swatch for his languid disappointment. Like so many things, he'd thought it would be better.

"Yeah," he decides, after a long silence while Jolie works at the ankle ties. "A drink sounds good. I could go for one, or five."