Viktor's response draws his attention, a tinge of pleased surprise in hearing what Jayce considers praise, and all the better for its factual delivery. His smile persists as he glances to Bastien, leaning back into one of the work benches and folding his arms across his chest, smearing soot in the process. He'll help with clean up in a moment, but right now, he's basking in the (literal) glow of success.

"Us?" His gaze flicks to Viktor; he shrugs again, aloofly this time, and grins wryly. "Yeah, he's safety officer number one."