"...You shut off the coolant," Robin repeats, just to make sure he heard that right.

As Vincent nods and grumbles a confirmation, Robin's expression becomes increasingly incredulous, bordering on a frown. He may not remember the in-and-outs of ship maintenance anymore, but...

"...But you had life support on?" He asks, hesitant.

"Yeah. An' the other stuff," Vincent specifies, "We just couldn't fly much."

"How did you..." Gods, help him, "How did you deal with the heat load...?"

"Mostly turned the heat down," Vincent shrugs, "Seemed fine."

Robin, now fully comprehending just how little these guys understand they could have burst into flame at any second, especially if they ran the engine to fly, fully puts his head in his hands and sighs in deep, deep disappointment.

"It's not fine..." He says, weakly. "How are you idiots still alive..."