It's kind of screwing with Danny's head to hear all this common sense and logic coming from a guy with Steve's face, but with an accent that puts him right at home. He pushes through all that Five-0 rah-rah that's convinced him to push through the worst and looks back to where logic is resting comfortably aside. "Yeah, see, you're probably right," Danny admits, giving a mild scoff when he thinks about how insane he probably sounds asking to have a band-aid slapped on it so he can walk away and keep going. "You paying for said beer?" he jokes.