"Idiots." Mick grumbled at Ray's comment. He'd never been the hiding type..even back when he was pulling off heist with Len. Part of the reason he found himself behind bars twice as often. "You in a rush to get back?" Mick questioned when Ray mentioned splitting up would be quicker. "We stick together." He added firmly before the other could answer. Not for his own safety, but for Ray's. Mick knew the other was more than capable of handling himself, but sometimes when he got focused on a task, all other senses went out the window. Since loosing Len, Mick had become a tad overprotective of Ray. It wasn't a trait he was use to having, but it was there all the same.
With his crowbar still in hand and ready for action, Mick began moving through the isles with Ray, picking up items and putting them back when they weren't of use to them. The other's question making him pause his search to cock an eyebrow in Ray's direction. "Why? You looking to get pounded into one?" He asked with a hint of a smirk. "Or are you just worried about having to sleep on the floor now that the Saviors took all our beds?" He added as he continued 'shopping'.