Milo snapped back to his guard position, after Maria spoke. Milo's posture was rigid, but his face still showed worry. Milo attempted to put it all to the back of his mind, as he stood at the door along with Maria. "So, why did you end up coming here? Needed to talk?" Milo asked, worrying poking through in his voice. Milo loathed messing up on the job, and he couldn't believe he had blew it this bad. After a moment, Milo's stoic visage returned to him. He was finally starting to dry off, and droplets stopped dripping from him. It didn't change the fact that his clothes were still soaked. Every time he moved, he could feel everything clinging to his skin. He couldn't wait to take Alec to his lodgings, and then changing into fresh clothes.