"Hahaha! I get that a lot." Foster is still feeling a little shaky--breathless, exhilarated, weak--from laughter, and he's a little afraid to move. But he's also not sure his grip where he is will hold. He... supposes it's fine? After all. He can't die.

He lens forward as best he can, though, trying to recover.

"But it's just because we're two different types of people."

The kind of person with worth and the kind without.