Getting a handful of cigars was alright by him and he shrugged in a 'may as well' kind of agreement. Honestly people probably thought at one point that the brothers were mutants because of their ability to take down entire mob strains in the city without getting killed themselves. It would have seemed even more unlikely if people knew they just picked up guns one day. Truth of it was that they always went into a planned massacre with the coolest most badass ideas and then they went completely wrong. Just so happened that those botched plans always seemed to fall in their favor. If the boys had a mutation it would be dumb blind luck.
"Don't go takin' it easy on him now. There's no shame in knowing which of us is more worth yer time." and he winked. There was hardly a situation that even he wanted to be away from Murphy. His younger twin followed him everywhere before the outbreak and even through it. It wasn't until they got to the prison that he started to go his own way.
Rogue didn't look like a firestarter but then he didn't know anyone who did. Her perfect execution didn't help his judgment but to be perfectly honest he didn't care. "Take it up with that Smokey the bear fella, not wit' me." he declared with a laugh. She didn't need to defend herself to him.
How long he and Murph were staying was an interesting question even for him. He mused a 'hmmm' out loud and then finally after a minute of thought said "However long we're needed here."