Miles grew a little sober while she spoke; he was a good listener when he needed to be and Maja spoke with confidence. Not only that, but her plan was straightforward and intelligent. He had never been much of a leader for all his...good qualities, and still much preferred working alone. But, "[color=lightblue]No arguments here. Sounds good, Borrealis. Don't worry about the timing, seven minutes should be plenty.[/color]" As he spoke, he turned to open the back of his own van; he exchanged his glasses for contacts and rested a harness over his shoulders.

"[color=lightblue]If anything, I'd like to watch for a bit and stake the place out first,[/color]" Miles added. "[color=lightblue]Get a better idea of numbers, what they're armed with, et cetera.[/color]" He glanced between the other two as he prepped himself with a couple blades and slipped two handguns into the harness. Once done, he pulled a dark hoodie on over his hair.