Silver Fox scoffs audibly, and for a quick moment, Sean is kind of absurdly proud of Meredith, no matter how excruciatingly in over her head she is right now. He doesn't show it, though, finally addressing Wolverine properly, having already established him as the leader of this little operation. All he wants to do is get the hell out of here and work out the implications of this somewhere quiet, get a firmer grasp on the situation at hand, but the more he thinks about it, the less feasible it sounds.

"Look, normally I'd jus' be wantin' ta bugger off an' let ye all go on yer merry way, but in case ye havenae noticed, we're a mite stuck. If'n ye can get us out o' here, ye'll have me full cooperation."

Logan looks to be mulling it over for a second, before he gives a grunt and nods, much to the surprise of his teammates. "You can't be serious," Maverick starts, but Wolverine cuts him off.

"They'll be fine. Since I didn't get the chance here, this can be your payback for saving my skin back in Berlin, Irish. The job comes first, though, and the second either o' you -- any o' you, for that matter -- starts holding us back, they're getting cut loose, no questions asked."

Sean nods, glancing quickly at Meredith in the hopes that she'll do that same. "I'll take care o' her."

He's still grinning, but the amusement's gone out of Creed's voice when he speaks again, replaced with pure malice. "An' if you don't, I'm sure she bleeds real nice. It's win-win."