It's not soft alright if he upsets them too much it will negatively impact their performance, okay. And it's already bad enough without his help.

"I think my bosses are just trying to kill me off at this point."

Ohio is pretty casual in saying that. Surprisingly so given the circumstances, the resignation in his tone, and the fact he's serious about it.

Needler shards bounce off shields and dig into the floor at their heels when a pair of jackals round the corner behind them. Ohio chucks a frag grenade back there them to keep the jackals busy and yells on the open channel again. "Lane, nav!"

"Spirit's gonna be in the center, it's guarded!"

Because of course it is. They hit the top level and keep on trucking.

"Is this guy with us now or something?!" Saunders wants to know, because there's still been no introduction and holy shit has he been shot at a lot today. He's also fucking tired and fucking bleeding, and it hasn't done wonders for his patience.

Ohio doesn't have it in him to negotiate the whole "I kind of almost used to know this person a little bit" deal right now, and settles for, "As long as we're shooting the same direction!"