Agent Barnes had not quite considered timing, but the incompetent agent was, for once, right. He couldn't let his handler's body decompose. And sitting there near the playground, Agent Jefferson's corpse wasn't going to hold up for too much longer. He had to find a cryo unit, immediately. He thought about asking where his chamber was, but had a feeling the incompetent agent would have not a single clue.
"I eat and sleep, yes," Agent Barnes said. He resisted the urge, barely, to inform the incompetent agent that, although he was well aware of his functionality as a weapon, he was also aware of his physical limitations and needs. But even now, with his handler dead beside him, Agent Barnes couldn't quite bring himself to say it.
But the incompetent agent questioning his ability to function as a guardian for his handler's corpse did get him a little... angry? Was that what this was? No. Weapons didn't feel. Choking down the anger, Agent Barnes straightened his back. "Yes, sir. You're right." Of course he was right. Incompetent or not he was still a superior of Agent Barnes', wasn't he? "I'll find someone else to help me observe my handler's corpse."