Rick tilt his head to the side and offered a lopsided grin that read ‘really?’ all over it. The soldier hadn’t put much care into his appearance before hand–outside of uniform attire, of course. Since losing June to a bullet, then Enchantress, along with the rest of the old Suicide Squad the exhaustion that once made a home on Richard’s face had returned. Shown on the grimace he carried in his frown, bags under his eyes, and the sunken shadow of his cheeks. He hadn’t slept, he couldn’t, not until this was resolved. The comment of Waller coaxed a chuckle out of Flag, “Pretty much…” Her description was spot on. “Don’t look at me like that–I might as well take advantage of the mass influx of heroes out here that actually have interest in protecting civilians–make it their business as much as I do. There’re bound to be people up to this task, and, yeah, I figured if you weren’t interested you might at least know of those who are.”