York would find all of this chaos exhilarating. It's the kind of situation the man he knows back home would find more comforting than anything else. Not knowing what's coming next, making a game out of it - it's just how they are, and she's being true to form in every aspect North can possible think of.

He hears her yelling, hears both of them yelling and though everything seems to be under control so far, he can't but to think that their enthusiasm is going to inevitably blind them to something dire. It's not that he distrusts any of their abilities - far from it, in fact - it's just that he's so meticulous, plans everything out to the very last detail until he knows for sure that nothing can go wrong. And only then does he feel like things are settled well enough to push forward.

He's watching for the grenades, rolling out of the way when one of them gets too close for comfort, and it's with a solid whoosh of air pushing out of his lungs that he comes behind another bit of cover, managing to pull off a few more shots before he has to reload. North hadn't thought they'd have mines, either, but then again .. it's not like anything surprises him anymore.

"Are you surprised?" he calls over to her with a small huff of a laugh.