The Heartwood man was born to sin, set him free and he will be a sinner

His brow raises at Hydra's possessive, one-worded claim over his almost-victim. Him and her? Rannoch, who had always come across like a big marshmallow and this woman who seemed like she could singlehandedly raise hell on earth and very much wanted to? He couldn't see it. Perhaps he didn't want to. But his attention is soon dragged away as the loud one himself is pulled from the shadows and shoved into the circle discussing his death, guarded closely by the rest of the Cerberus, but not for his protection. Looking rather distressed it is evident that, surrounded by those he had royally pissed off, the Redhawk kid knew quite well the situation he had landed himself into. Vaati shared his sentiment of being surrounded by the three weird sisters. Something about the trio together unsettles him, knowing that in their collective midst, he is outnumbered and completely at their mercy as Hydra implied. That, and the simple fact that they were creepy as fuck. For Vaati to find someone else to be that unerving was something quite profound, coming from the him who spent the majority of his life living in the shadows. His eyes move from Hydra to the Redhawk boy, standing to his feet and silently asking if she truly wanted him dead. Of course she did, for the matter of the Caldera bretheren's death was not something to kid on. It was a act of war in and of itself. But if Hydra wanted him dead, he would do it. It was an arrangement he could get used to.