Birdseed's niceties did little to soothe Kheshig. He had enough field experience to know psychological manipulation when he saw it, and knew how to act accordingly. In this case, he just ignored Birdseed's words and just pushed past her as he exited the camera room. "Not now. Later." He said tersely, not even bothering to look at her. Despite his anger, his voice was still very much calm and measured. He threw the burnt EMP charge into his duffel bag, zipped it up and slung it across his back. Their job was done here, but it was a poorly done job. It still irked Kheshig that were it not for Birdseed, or if either of the two had done their jobs, he would have only needed to knock out two people rather than three.

The first two - the enforcer and the woman - they were going to be casualties regardless of what happened, that much Kheshig could admit. The clerk who showed up afterwards? She had tried to run when she saw Kheshig standing over the two unconscious bodies, and he had had a half a mind to let her go, but then that would jeopardize the mission. He had almost felt sad and disgusted with himself as he caught her by the arm, pinned her against the wall and squeezed her neck till she passed out. He saw the fear and pleading in her eyes, but all he could do was just whisper words of assurance while she slowly slipped from consciousness. 

Hurting someone who did not deserve it always left a bad taste in Kheshig's mouth, and he could not wait to leave the shop. "Follow me," He said and pushed past Birdseed without so much as a glance in her direction. The walk back to the car was made in complete silence, and only once everyone had entered the vehicle and Kheshig had it rolling down the main road back to their safehouse did he speak his mind. "Do you go changing prepared plans for every mission, Birdseed? Simply because you do not like your assigned role?" He began, speaking in a calm, monotonous voice. To lose his temper and start yelling would be losing control, and Kheshig hated not being in control.

"Well, I did not like knocking out that clerk either. I could have completed my end of the job without knocking out that lady the two of you talked to either, but evidently Condor," He paused and glanced at the other woman. There was no malice in his words, but Kheshig found Condor to be just at fault as Birdseed. She should have pulled Birdseed back the moment it became clear that she was going to act independently, and she should have stuck to her mission parameters to provide a distraction even if she could not do that. "and you decided to send an additional person my way."

"Do you like making my life difficult? Is that it?" Kheshig continued and turned into a slip road that would lead them out of the city. "If that were your reason, then I will drop the subject. Personal matters are hard to resolve and I would not care as long as we still can work together in a professional manner." He paused before continuing. "But if you decided to change the plan simply because you were unhappy with your role, then I can only say that I am both disappointed and irritated. I thought you were better than that. Not all of us are happy with our given roles; I doubt Angelo is happy being mission control while we are here doing actual work. I doubt a fighter like Condor liked being eye candy either and you can be sure that I was not happy being forced into a stealth-aligned role."

The more he spoke, the more Kheshig disliked the sound of his own voice and his words. He was not used to saying so much, but everything had to be said, even if it made him feel like he was disciplining a small child. "Well, what is done is done." He said with a shake of his head. "I hope this does not happen in future, otherwise you can be sure we are going to have problems. Very big problems."