he watched her, making no visible moves or reactions to her sudden hug... He did not shy away, at least. After her shpeal on the situation, he gave a light nod, mulling this over in his mind... He was starting to feel edgy, his fingers and toes wanting to twitch, his force of will and training he never had, but remembered on the edge of memory were all that prevented this, and the pain from overtaking him...<i>"They have, something... That could track, me... How, do I trust that?"</i>His voice sounding half insulted, half curious. Then, however, he gave no warning, as he suddenly heaved himself up, not accepting the offered hand. His weight likely would have tipped her over.<br/><br/>He remained in a crouch, knees bent as he held the gun firmly, head slightly tipped foreward.<i> "You lead... I'll follow..."</i>He instructed the mechanic, but did not follow, not right away, and by no means visibly...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>