Much climbed out of the case as she paced away, swatting at Tragos' foot. Honestly, Much couldn't help but feel a sense of comradery. Dead bodies tended to do that. Didn't stop him flipping Tragos off, though, but he would have done the same to any of his mates. "I'm going if she's going," Much said.
"No one's going," Tragos insisted. "Three people is a fuckload more conspicuous than one. It's. Too. Dangerous. Marcie," he implored her, looking straight at her. Please just trust me.