As far as he was concerned, being good at something didn't mean that they were the best at it. Hot shot pilots knew how to inflate their own egos to beyond what was necessary and healthy for the team. It was probably a good thing that he worked closely with a droid than a person when it came to keeping an X-wing in the air. R2 only talked back sometimes and didn't have the capacity to be completely arrogant.

He watched the kid closely, noting the change and keeping himself casual. This was perhaps worth seeing where it might go; otherwise, he had no issue of just walking off this giant monstrosity to go back into the city.

"Ah, there's the truth," he replied, pushing off where he was leaning. He stepped over to the gunning unit and examined it. "I'm excellent at both, so we may as well cover over the few lagging points." And he hadn't been in a piloting situation where there was more than two, so maybe the kid had something going that he didn't. He was also rusty, so... shooting was a matter he could blame on the targeting system and it might not be entirely too much of a stretch.

"You got a name, kid?"