He shakes his head, almost snickering at her efforts to find a solution. Because, well, there really is no need for one.

"Leave the motherfucking Tomato," he says, only assuming the broken thing on the ground is what Ed was referring to. It certainly doesn't resemble any tomatoes he's seen (yes, he knows what a tomato is now, thanks to the plaza market). "Ain't gonna be no drones all up and motherfucking traversing the deep seas for this sorry excuse of a shitty establishment."