Unfortunately for O'Connor he was in the process of taking a sip when Snow assumed that Red and he were friends. Luckily, his sputtering only caused a bit of his drink spill down his chin. He wiped it away with his sleeve. He may have been trying to put his best foot forward, but his cruder habits were so ingrained, he'd never think to correct them. He smiled sheepishly, "Sorry, but Red and I are not friends. I threatened to kill him at least three times in two days." He realized what he said after he said it, *Drek.* He cleared his throat to cover the awkward moment and sped right along into the detail of the day before, "I really doubt that it will be the same team. We captured two and handed 'em over to KE. On top of that, one of the escapees' has bullet fragments where his kneecap should be. Sammy also got a pic of the mage, she's passing it around to her people. I don't think they had a TacNet. All those people they were using as cover would've probably limited it's usefulness anyhow. You'd have to ask Red for the specifics, but if there was anything special going on, he didn't share. All I know is that the comms went down and then there were dozens of lunatic fans everywhere. All of the runners were armed with stun batons as primary, with back up sidearms." He returned her appraising look to judge the sincerity of the last bit of her words. He nodded, accepting her declaration, "As long as you keep the enemy out of our systems, I'll keep mowin' 'em down." He raised his glass in cheers.