(OOC: Sorry, elfguy, gotta stay in character.)<br/><br/>James remained stone faced, absolutely convinced that he was doing the right thing.  His finger never wavered and the barrel of the weapon never moved from where it was pointing.   "IF your gang was here, I'd have them out in front too."    His voice dropped into the negative digits.   "Because I can't think of anyone present better suited to finding an ambush before we walk into it.  You may be a big fish where you come from but this is the big leagues, girly.  You're a small fry here."  His expression never wavered or changed.   "At the moment, I trust the hamas fighter more than I do you.  Because he's not dumb enough to argue with someone who's an expert at exactly the situation that we're in."