[Once upon a time, the businesslike attitude and the take charge tone would have made Dean at least consider falling into line; he knew how to take orders from someone who knew how to give them.

Now the dark hazelgreen of his eyes goes flinty, and he sits forward a little. It's not anger, really, or anything like fight in what comes back from him so much as cold, hard facts.]

Good, because I'm not in the market for friends, and especially not the kind that mixes their metaphors all to hell. What I've seen so far is mostly a bunch of amateur civilian dipshits trying not to choke on a couple hiccups in reality so yeah, I might be smarter than to try to stick it out alone if I don't have to, I might be good at what I do, but I'm not seeing much of an option besides.