"I'm a cop, I'm expendable. Nobody's gonna give a shit about me. And getting rid of me isn't going to hide anything. I check in too often." Though he has considered it, and he's not going to mention to Abner that he asked the Captain to get him a syringe of tranquilizers, just in case. Enough to take down a Yao Guai.

Some things it'll be better, for both their own good, if Abner doesn't know. And hopefully it should be in by tomorrow and nothing happens today. "Besides, I'm tougher than I look. I can stand up to a lot."

Sometimes more than a man with a wavering deathwish would like.

He heads by the breakroom where there's some food for lunch (he completely missed their breakfast run, but he always does). He grabs some of the cooked softshell because, lets be real, the Great Lakes had the best quality Mirelurks. Fight him. And some corn on the cob.

He tosses a pear to Abner because it looks like he'd need it.

"Here. Eat this," he insists. "Grab something else if you want it." Now, to that water so he can start eating away at this fucking ungodly headache. "Did your superiors say anything specific about DePleur or did they just converse with their knuckles and blunt objects?"