[Jack was initially speechless - which was a precious rare thing in and of itself, more than a few might say. He wasn't particularly surprised that Max had been drafted to some sort of conflict, or even himself, but . . . Eugene? Eugene of the one leg? Eugene who was, to his continued bafflement, being entirely too cool about the entire situation?]

-what?

[It was a late response, but he didn't care, bursting into the already-in-progress strategising. Not only was his partner being put into a war zone, but their . . . Zevran, was going out into the thick of it?]

Look, Zev, I'm sure you're brilliant at killing things, but . . . really now, are assassins honestly front-line sort of fighters?