"Well of course, of course." He waved away her stupid questions like they were flies. "I wasn't going to send you in blind, silly girl, I want what you're going to get, after all! No, I'll equip you with all the information I can gather, which ought to be plenty." He curled his lips up into a sarcastic grin and spun around to pull a terminal on an arm down to hang before him, where he set to work tapping away at it, to whatever tune it was that he started incessantly humming.<br/><br/>Smith sighed and shook his head. "Yeh should probably fuck off now, Senti. He ain't kiddin', and in all liklihood you're just gonna get killed. Even if yeh don't this time, it's a dangerous life." He shrugged and pushed himself up from the chair, thumbing over his shoulder. "Gonna eat. I guess we can spare a little..." Sammy glanced angrily across, but didn't interrupt; it was permission to share, of a sort.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>