Troy knew Tesla would be hating every second he was down here, ready to defend himself at the slightly provocation. It brought a smile to his face having pulled the man so far out of his comfort zone. Half turning to face him, Troy half laughed as he spoke.<br/><br/>“Everything you and your merry band do, and this is what gets you looking like a cat in a pack of rabid dogs.” Troy chuckled. Hearing Tesla’s answer, Troy simply shook his head.<br/><br/>“And what ‘intel’ was that? Hmm? You never did specify what it was you wanted before this one came along.” Troy pointed his thumb at Ana. It was then that he noticed her hands on him.<br/><br/>Grabbing one of her wrists tightly, Troy gave it a squeeze.<br/><br/>“You can lose a hand for that down here, I’d watch yourself.” His expression was stern, all former laughs and smiles gone as he dropped her wrist and began walking again.<br/><br/>“Let’s move, you don’t want to stick around too long down here if you don’t have to.”