"Is this where I call red?" Dislocations mid fuck aren't exactly his idea of a good time- but he goes still and quiet when the other merc enters. Notes the armor, the loadout, the posture. Career merc, follows orders. Not going to be someone he can flip.

He'll work on it.

He lets Wash cuff him without fuss, even going so far as to lace his fingers together behind him. Not that it stops the idle drumming of his thumbs against his hands. Random patterns- well. Seemingly random. Binary. Habits tend to stick after so long.