There are orders. Fewer of them than usual, but they're there. Not enough, maybe, but enough to give him the shape of a mission at least. "Protect," he says. It's not something he's thought a lot about, not consciously, but that shape falls into place surprisingly easily. "Protect my team. My people. The rest of the world, if I can."

And he has a growing number of people he wants to apply that mission to. Even if... he's not doing a great job of it, prowling around with a gun in his hand. He finally pulls it away from his temple and slowly, shakily, holsters is in the small of his back, under the top two layers of hoodie.