He casually ignored - but noted - the tears, and he crossed his arms over his chest as he looked out across the territory that they had already crossed. While he couldn't well lose Rogers back that way, he also was logical enough to know that he couldn't actually stop the guy. It would be up the Schmidt then, and he was certain that the Skull was keeping track of his position right now.

"You make it sound like, after this hair-brain rescue mission, they are going to waste you on war bonds. If anything, news of this will do far more than any songs you've sung," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Phillips is an old boy; he plays by the rules of what a man can do, and you've proven what you can do. He'll put you in play."

He shifted his footing and rested more against the tree. "I'll go after your friend for you if you want, if you can't do it yourself. He's obviously very important to you."