At Rick telling him what he told Waller, Digger’s head shot forward in surprise, brows raised and mouth wide open. “What’s that mean? Ya done bein’ our babysitter? Although I s’ppose there’s not much left ta babysit, aye?” Since he hadn’t seen any of the other members, aside from June, at the gala he had no idea what they did after the news broke - although he could think of where they might be. Floyd was definitely chasing Batman or spending time with his girl. “And.. did she?”
“’still a babysitter,” Rick huffed with a weak smirk. “but yeah, all you brats are gone, and I wasn’t hired to be a dogcatcher.” He’d stooped pretty low for Waller and the criminals sake, this was one more level the soldier simply wouldn’t go–not of his own conviction. All anyone saw while looking at him was a simple fool, a human way out of his league, and maybe they were right about him. Now that Rick had the chance to stick around or leave… it wasn’t a difficult choice to make. His crew and Katana couldn’t take Enchantress on their own. Rick wouldn’t allow them to. “Is that comforting to hear? Considering I could have jabbed you with a nanite before your cheeks hit that cushion?” The Colonel teased, but was it really a joke? Smoke curled around, lit in a pink hue from the buzzing neon bar light overhead and Flag let out another breath, “Hell if I know. I wasn’t exactly being serious, but… it’s about the only option she has.” His brows quirked up in a casual way, lack of care, and he pressed the butt of his spent cigarette in a small tray. “I’d keep an eye out ‘f I was you..” The threat was once more an empty one. Sarcastic. Rick finished his lone drink in a single gulp.
“They fought a big mean robot once, y’know?”