Michael rose a brow, resting his left elbow in his right hand as his finger gently ran across his lip. "Killin' is somethin' I came to terms with a long time ago, ma'am," he said in a fully certain, but wholly solemn voice. He lowered his arms, his right looking to be a little dead as it hung there. "Unless they're civilians occourse, no reason to go shootin' them up unless there's one damn good reason for it," he added, sighing as he cracked his neck. It was taxing on him, that much was obvious, though he wasn't nearly as nervous as he was when he walked in. "In all honesty, if I'd never be fully comfortable with bringin' death down on people, but as long as it's for a good reason I'm not gonna complain, 'The needs of the many' and all that. Anyway. To answer your question: Yeah, I'm ready."
