[It takes everything in him not to hold Angus at arm's length to avoid any and all crying and snot, but the kid seems to get it together... ish, so.]

Alright, well then you can fill me in, 'cause I know nothing, my guy.

[He squints a moment at Angus' body language, before shrugging and making for the door. Kid's probably got a plan, and in the absence of his normal squad, he doesn't have the luxury of being picky with his comrades.]

Come on, stop... doing all that, we're probably not gonna die.

[Maybe. But he'll make his way to the door, let Angus take the lead on whatever the heck he's got planned.]