That... sucked. It was really the first thing he could think of. He knew what it was like being in bad situations, but something like that for Darcy? Who wasn't a special agent or in a special group? That was even worse. Wrapping his arm around her, Tequila rubbed her side and moved his hat so he could kiss the top of her head.
"Sounds like yer in deep shit." He wasn't sugar-coating it, that's for sure. "Why can'tcha get out of it? Ya wanna tell me what happened? Or ya want me ta take care of it? I still got some ol' Statesman equipment wi' me. I'm sure I could use somethin' against 'em."