[center]With Joel finally freed, the man slowly climbed to his feet, while rubbing his strained wrists. The man was a lot calmer now that he knew where Sarah was. She was safe, and that was all that mattered. But from what he'd seen so far? Well, Joel didn't fully trust that she wouldn't be used as a bargaining chip against him at some point in the future. But he knew better than to start that fight right now. He was outnumbered and outgunned. He'd have to take the bald man's word on this until he was given a damn good reason not to.

The first thing he did was give a nod toward Tess, while checking the holster of his handgun for the amount of bullets he had left. A full clip. That was good. He'd be needing it. [color=a0410d][b]"Hope you're prepared for the shitstorm, Tess,"[/b][/color] Joel grunted to his partner, before turning and facing All Might. He'd seen how the man had reacted when his daughter had disappeared. The intensity - the rage. He'd been kind to them since they arrived, and since they very well might die here shortly, Joel decided that now was as good a time as any to thank him. Call it southern hospitality, if you wish.

[color=a0410d][b]"Hey uh,"[/b][/color] Joel spoke to the skinny-turned-buff-turned-skinny again man quieter than before, now that he'd of course calmed down. [color=a0410d][b]"Thank you for that back there. Where I'm from, not too many people give a shit about a man or his daughter."[/b][/color] And it was true. And- quite frankly, Joel couldn't say he gave a shit about families he didn't know, either. At least, not enough to go out of his way to help them like he would his own. 'Specially not after everything he'd seen. 

He gave a nod to Maisha as well, [color=a0410d][b]"And thanks. To you too."[/b][/color]

With that, the man resumed his place by the only woman he knew. He stayed silent, but his position was clear: he'd be going on whatever team she decided on.

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