He heard the slide of guns from belts and holsters, but he ignored them. If anyone - anyone - took a shot at him, he would ruin them so quickly that there wouldn't be enough to send home in a match box. His focus was mostly on Stephanie and keeping his balance on two fallen men under a grate, and he shifted his shoulders at her deadpan expression and words. Had they really thought that he would do more than what he said that he would? He wanted Stephanie, and he was only set on finding her right now, which was pleasing that she was here.

He didn't resist her touch for the moment, stepping down from his perch without much care but just as casually slipping his metal arm from her grip. "It was necessary," he replied coldly. "I asked for you again and again, but they wouldn't even tell me where you were and when you would be back." His eyes flicked and assessed her wounds quickly, aware that she wouldn't die from them or be in too much discomfort.

Yet, her words were confusing. They had told her but she hadn't been aware of communications? "I needed you," he said softly. "I needed you here with me this last week."