His delicate fingers pinched at the bridge of his nose, and Miles released an exasperated sigh. "[color=lightblue]Yes, go in with guns blazing. That couldn't possibly fail,[/color]" he sneered at Zeke. He had been watching his...comrade twirl the cartridge in his hand even as Donny spoke. He had been enthralled, and his heel was tapping anxiously at the floor. Miles had been relieved when the man finally stopped, but would have preferred the gunslinger remain silent. He didn't care that the man could shoot his pinkie off from over a mile away, he was far too rash and cocky to have any say in the matter at hand. He summed up his annoyance in two words before continuing: "[color=lightblue]Shut up.[/color]

"[color=lightblue]I think it's obvious we need to take it slow here. Lay low. We've had enemies since we formed,[/color]" Miles laughed, looking at the others with a raise of his eyebrow. "[color=lightblue]Now that it's...quite a few enemies, we'll just collect the intel we need and take it from there. The Irish have never been very smart anyway.[/color]" He shrugged, content, and sat back.