[You can do this. You can do tech. You messed with nuclear launch mechanisms once. So what if he had time to obsessively plan it ahead of time as part of a vendetta caused by the deepest hatred he's ever known?]

Okay. Okay. We can figure it out, right?

By our powers combined, we are one competent driver.

[He unclips the helmet they gave him from his belt and wills away the goggles that were still on his head. Before they entirely disappear in a few bubbles of light he puts the helmet on. The colored see-through material helps obscure his eyes all the same.]

[He steps completely into the station he's supposed to stand at and feels things start to link up. The techs setting this up come over the comm and tell Jason to do the same, after which they'll start the countdown to the connection.]

Now's the last chance to share any embarrassing childhood nicknames on your own terms.

[The jokes are covering up the fact that having to share his brain with a stranger is a waking nightmare that only extreme obligation and trauma is shoving him into doing.]