Silent as ever, Wu stepped past the others without a spared word or glance as he stepped over to the tool shed. He was hard to miss in the absurdly bright red Hawaiian-print shirt he'd pulled on without buttoning, leaving the edge of his eclipsed sun tattoo peeking from one edge of the shirt, but despite the bright colors? Wu wasn't much of a presence, seeming withdrawn, almost sullen as he stopped his movement and looked Brady's way fleetingly. All he offered for greeting was a sparse nod before Wu looked back to the others, just waiting. If the accused resisted this, it would be bad. And as much as he could usually handle that? Today there was no fire in him, it seemed.