God, it's hot out here. A hell-hole really, and Tony's actually somewhat familiar with those. He feels exposed and vulnerable, and yeah, maybe he's got some sort of alliance with la femme nikita and the turtle. Lottie too, he supposes, but Tony has a hard time viewing her as anyone other than someone he should be trying to save from this place.

Yeah.

Saving people.

He does that, thank you very much.

Doesn't mean he's exactly feeling like waltzing through the streets with them though.

"I've always had fairly reputable collection skills," Tony says with a shrug. "You guy work the perimeter while blondie and I make a run for it?"