The way Winter clearly shies away hurts, but - it's Rogers' fault for trying to grab him, he knows, and he'll deal with that hurt later. Right now there's too much else going on, so he just sticks close and keeps an eye on both of his immediate companions and tries to look for Rue's particular outline in the people that come stumbling out of the house.
It's not as many people as he'd like to see, in the end, but it is what it is, and the place is already coming down. In a minute, it's not going to need the C4, but it's always better to make sure.
He glances at Kate, and then at Winter, nodding once, grimly. He starts a countdown; frankly, they don't have to do this in unison, but it feels right, as he says, still too loud, "Three... two... " On one, he jams a bloody, burned thumb down on the detonator in his hand.
I... assume Rue makes it? ;;
It's not as many people as he'd like to see, in the end, but it is what it is, and the place is already coming down. In a minute, it's not going to need the C4, but it's always better to make sure.
He glances at Kate, and then at Winter, nodding once, grimly. He starts a countdown; frankly, they don't have to do this in unison, but it feels right, as he says, still too loud, "Three... two... " On one, he jams a bloody, burned thumb down on the detonator in his hand.