If Mark wasn't one of Len's best friends, even amongst the Rogues, the look Len gave him would have been twenty times worse. As it was, the look was merely an un-a-fucking-mused look that involved Snart's head turning not an inch. He then turned his attention back to Quinn.
"Mark's right. We're just heading out of town." Unless there was a well paying job right here in Gotham, but Len doubted that even that would keep him and Mark there for long. "Just a stack of pancakes, then we're out." And a tank of gas but she didn't need to know all the details.