Jim went to tap the fun red send button but paused, looking to the men and raising his brow in show. He raised a hand and lowered his sunglasses. "Well? I'm waiting," he sang. Because he wanted them as busy as possible, as distracted as they could be. Otherwise, his plan would go awry.
While his sunglasses were down, he eyed Sherr. A long stare that he wondered what the other would make of it. As a positive or negative? Jim didn't care. People were about to die and he was going to relish in that.