The corner of his lip turned into a smirk at the jerking motions from his newest friend, knowing it indicated a brief freeze. His index finger caressed the trigger because he was a man of his word - when he wasn't playing a part that was - and so he was fully willing to reduce Wilson to a twitching corpse. It would remove the fun of this, but that didn't mean that he couldn't do something after wards.

He followed Sam down the stairs at the same pace as the other man set, and he set himself in perfect position to keep an eye on Wilson and the rest of the room near the stairs. It was a good defensible position if he needed to get higher ground fast.

"I can't imagine why it would feel personal," he murmured softly. "You only had a hand in stopping the greatest revolution in history. If it weren't for you, I suspect I could have gotten a bullet in Hill's miserable know-it-all skull and pushed Insight."

And let's not forget that part of a building had landed on him. That definitely wasn't personal at all.

"Eat. You might need the energy later."