Their effeminate laughter turns course and more masculine as they promptly dismount the woman upon being shoved away by the devilish canine. Though she still openly scorns them it’s evident that she’s tempering and containing herself from attacking again.

They can hear the arrogance and confidence beneath her derisive tone, as if she had some sort of power over them. ”I suppose that makes you smart then.” they retorts sarcastically, entertained at the thought that their position within the underwater criminal organization might hold weight over them.

”You give yourself too much credit.” they derides the woman to remind her that her position isn’t as important as she makes it out to be, especially since she’s yet to make any headways.

They don’t answer her question; after all, there’s no need to. If they wanted to hide, all they’d have to do is put on a new face and change their persona. Even a large organization like Rocket doesn’t have the time and manpower to dismantle and interrogate all their grunts for a single man.

One might count it as a blessing that they’re not trying to sabotage them.