Cassandra nods, still clearly ill at ease. "Yeah, I guess so. Not exactly what they asked for, but...no plan survives meeting the enemy...contact...or whatever."Uomo seems frozen in solid for a moment. He looks between Cassandra and the german chick, checking if she overheard her.
<assuming she didn't as she was busy with nukehead boy>
He relaxes, and approaches Casandra, warping an arm around her shoulders, pointing her at the glass door. "Its easy, we destroyed it all, planted a bomb and blew the nefarious..." he takes a vial out of his trenchcoat "...seemingly harmless liquid to dust." and he pockets it again. "We'll deliver them too, they both owe us their lives, we can use that; even more if we don't tell them anything." he points at Michelle and the arabian man. "All in all, we obliterated their weapons, rescued their agents and no one knows what the hell happened. I think that's results, e vero?."