Well that induced a flicker of amusement and a raised eyebrow. He hadn't actually thought that any of the soldiers would deign to answer him, seeing as how he was a lowly civilian and possessed more intellect than ammunition. No one had spoken to him the last time he'd been summoned, except to tell him he was required and there would be no arguments about it. He snuck a glance at the one who'd spoken, taking in his angular features and casual arrogance. He carried himself too unselfconsciously to be a mere private, but still low enough on the totem pole to be relegated to babysitting the civilian scientist. Corporal, maybe?

Either way, he certainly seemed to think enough of himself that Warrick felt the petty need to bring him down a peg. He offered up a cool smile to counteract that grin and let his gaze go speculative and critical.

"If you're hoping to inflict your kindness on the timid Miss Weatherby, you'll be disappointed. You have the entirely wrong equipment for the job," he said crisply. "Much like your tech division."