"At the end o' the day, they are professionals, whether ye agree wi' their methods or nae," Sean says, slinging the bag over his shoulder as he meets her at the back. Whether the same can be said of himself anymore, he's starting to wonder. "A'right, now nae a word 'til we're back at the truck. Follow me lead, stay low, an' stick to the shadows," he goes on, falling silent as he cracks open the door, makes sure the coast is clear, and ushers her out.