There was a dry snort, clearly none of Reaper's business what Ana had done to keep him around in Cairo as long as she had. "I'm not the one that's fallen in line and have full hands stuck in the pockets of a terrorist organization." His 'pitiful break and enters' had given him more than he let on, and he took what he needed because he was operating without any backing- unlike someone. Following every lead he got, digging for the whole truth of the conspiracy, and chasing a ghost.

One that was standing there covered in feathers and clearly had some witch's essence, once 76 could put a finger on that feeling. Of course he'd end up on an end of that- but the other didn't need to know that.

"For all you know I take to the outdoors far easier than you would," city slicker. No matter similar and shared survival training. Dryly said as it was- "Bird witch," by the looks of things. There was one, in some distant memory of better times, that he could guess what the other got landed with.