Phillip was delighted to see some of his lessons stick with the mobster but even less so with the body language. The slow descent may have made him jumpier than what Firo's used to but this? This was him on a good night back at work.

Except the slipping on the landing, that was not part of his usual thing, okay?

"Shit, ow," Gray hissed under his breath and heard the clatter of his knife on the floor, "Really?" The clicking noise of metal against rock stopped just beyond the reach of the light. The level of trust the Phone Guy had on Firo was enough for him to ask, "Can you go look for that while I set this up?"

And hell, he turned his back to the competition looking for his weapon while he set up the cache.