Utterly Mad

Loach responded to the militiaman's query with a dismissive shrug of his shoulders, his grin diminishing to a sort of leering smirk.

"I'm in charge? Dunno. Could be. What sorta mission is this, when the operatives don't even know who to take orders from? All I know is I was supposed to show up here, at this time, and meet some of my fellow lawmakers. Any of you have the slightest idea what this is about?"

Loach punctuated his sentence by falling backwards from his shrug into a rough lean against the wall of the safehouse, his hands resting in his pockets. He didn't know how to feel about any of the others yet, though he could tell he was giving the militia member who'd spoken negative vibes. Eh, he often had that effect.