"No." He shook his head. Kyle set his drink aside and set the steaks into the pan, the quiet interrupted by the sharp sizzling as the raw meat hit the hot oil. He raised his voice accordingly, digging through what he'd bought for some seasoning, serious without any hint of anger. "You can stow that shit right now. You have enough to deal with. I'll find people who feel the same way I do and we'll forge our own little team."

Content with the seasoning and the progress of the steaks, he turned to glance over his shoulder at Alex and offer a quick smile. "Besides, it's a pretty exclusive squad. I don't know if you'll make the cut."