Floyd could be civil (or not) as much as he liked, at this point, Scandal didn't care. She had other things to worry about. She had tried to contact Mockingbird last night but to no avail. The Six were still on standby and by now a great deal of civil servants pretending to be heroes would be looking for them.
The local law enforcement wouldn't be much of a problem, but they had been contracted for kidnapping not mass slaughter. Mass slaughter would be extra (and a good thing too since most of their expenses had gone to the life sized birthday cake.) Unfortunately, it left them in the precarious position of waiting and making sure the hired help didn't fall asleep. Scandal didn't expect Richie Rich to give them any trouble but there was no reason to be unprofessional about it.
It was hard though, stuck playing the waiting game. Waiting to receive further instructions. Waiting to see if someone stumbled onto the location of their hideout. Sitting in a ratted chair, listening to Deadshot make small talk while eating a half wilted salad sans dressing. Still dressed in her working clothes, Scandal speared another lettuce leaf, then let her fork fall into the plastic bowl.
"I'm going to make a call," she stated, and started towards one of the adjoining rooms. They couldn't stand by for further instructions forever.