She had looked up from the laptop screen just in time to witness Yousef cram an entire slice of pizza into his gigantic Steven Tyler mouth.<br/><br/>She gaped at him open-mouthed, fork hovering mid-air while the lettuce drooped on it's tines.<br/><br/>"Murf?" He managed to look surprised as the team stared at him.  Mea rolled her eyes back to the screen, unceremoniously shoving the fork into her mouth. *Geeze, what a pig* she thought.<br/><br/>"So, what, we snag the package.  And instead of delivery, we pry any loose info from it instead?"  Mea rolled her eyes again. "No, you barbarian. He got in touch with the Federal Marshals willingly. He's working with us."  There was a good reason everyone called him "Tank"...he tended to bulldoze his way into things without listening much.<br/><br/>Then again, he's taken more bullets for Trionfo than even Mea had, and still managed to walk without a limp. So, his strength and brutishness wasn't always a flaw. Mea watched, disgust and her attempt not to laugh curling the corners of her lips, as he stuffed another whole slice into his gullet.<br/><br/>"Try chewing for once. You might enjoy it." she quipped, grinning broadly.<br/><br/>