"My pretty ass is perfectly happy not being monster bait, thank-you-very-fucking-much," Felix retorted with a snort. "Besides, if they eat me you're stuck with all these assholes on your own. Which, I'm sure you'd be fine, but who the fuck would you talk to then?"
He shoved a couple of shirts into his bag, then began scanning over the items by the cash register, pocketing a couple of lighters and odds and ends as he went. "I think it would be one of those things where They'd make us figure that shit through trial and error. Frankly, I kind of get the feeling we haven't done enough shit lately for them to throw us another bone." That and taking the easy route didn't seem like as much fun, if he were being honest. "When we got the stealth suits the only caveat was that we didn't directly poke the bear. If we suit up and keep our distance, we'd probably be fine. I don't mind trying that shit out, but it'd have to be on a night when the wheel's down. With those stupid fucking paths up anybody could show up whenever." He figured he didn't need to spell out who that "anybody" was probably going to be, though as much as he tried to sound begrudging, in general the idea of Lennon dropping by wasn't actually terrible if he didn't have shenanigans to get up to.
He was pulled out of that thought by the presence of a vintage branded travel mug. It looked barely large enough to fit a single mug of coffee in it, but that didn't stop the grunt and victory fist pump he exuded before grabbing it. "Fucking finally."