That comment was neatly avoided entirely, as he moved toward the edge of the walkway, surprisingly quiet for heavy armor moving against metal grating. His gun was lowered at least, though his gaze remained steady on the former Freelancer.

"You were looking for me. Why?"

Because last he saw, Washington wasn't interested in talking. He'd all but ordered him to keep his distance, and after what happened at Bravo, that was more or less understandable.