The mask's red tinted visors regarded the girl, then back to the man, and again to the girl. 

He put the question to her, "Do your thing?".

He had to admit; if anything put fear in him, it was the thought of being subjected to rebel torture. He'd heard the stories among other Unitech Army dogs about what happened to members captured alive. Brutal stuff. A shiver ran down Jooker's spine. 

"Hey hey if it's info you're after I can already tell you I don't have a lot to offer. I-I'm just a dog. So if that's what you're looking for I'd appreciate a quick death.", he said regarding both the snipers.