He shared a few conspiratorial chuckles with Rictor, checking out Jean-Paul's hair when instructed. His eyes had other plans, however, and soon he was checking out other things, but his attention was soon back on his fellow smoker and Acolyte.
"No offense, man. Just checking. Don't need to get in any more trouble around these parts," he said with a slight grimace. He nodded and grinned knowingly when Ric said Robocop was a long story. "Maybe you can tell me about it over beers sometime." The remark about his black eye made him grimace again, this time nearly a scowl.
"Yeah, well. I got all those cop cars off your guys' tails the day of the rescue, and this is the thanks I got," he grumbled, still stubbornly unable to see or accept what he had done wrong. So he had strayed from the plan. Wasn't that what they always said in the movies was the right thing to do? Thinking on his feet? Making the unorthodox decisions? He simply... did not get it. Not yet, anyway. He was still too angry, and his pride was too hurt.