The Colonel wouldn't look well on hurting harmless little things for fun. The Brutes had standards. If it had been intelligent and an enemy that might be a different matter, but hamsters did not qualify.

"Nothing. Watch them a bit maybe." He hadn't thought that far ahead yet. Maybe something more interesting would turn up if he waited!

.. No, probably not. This was just an enormous cleaning facility. There's silence then for a long moment, and though the sunglasses keep where his gaze is exactly a mystery there's really no mistaking that the taller man is being scrutinized.

Gale is still an unknown. He could be a high ranked Embryon member, he could be a nothing, but without his other form's sense of smell Drake can't tell if he'd ever even crossed the man's path before. "I know at least some of the rules here, which means I'm not going to kill you. But I'm not going to be playing twenty-questions with anyone from the Embryon either."

Whether or not he could back up the statement on killing Gale is certainly questionable, but there was a line in the sand to be drawn, and it was better made sooner than later before anyone in team orange got the impression Drake was easy to pump for information. "Just so we're clear."