He flinches at the mention of it, his smirk fading instantly. "Right. Yeah. I just... like to know where I stand." He always knew where he stood with Charon. They never let him forget it. He hadn't expected this to be easy, but he also hadn't really expected that he would survive to do more than get York out and maybe take out the base.

He slips his helmet on and goes over to heft a crate of ammo, starting to unload it. There are people outside staring at him. Kimball, a couple of the kids. He tries very hard not to look at them.