Sniper ran a hand over back of his neck as he replaced his hat on his head, his eyes trailing to the payphone on the far wall -- there, he could see Spy, who was likely on the phone with Scout's mother, if the way he kept grinning at the lad held any merit. He grunted in disdain, irritated at the inkling of jealousy he felt in his gut.

Not that he wanted Scout's mother, but it was women in general. He shook his head -- his mother's constant nagging that he find himself a mate was starting to get to him.

He'd hardly made nice with his team as it was: though cordial to them, Sniper tried to keep most of his contacts with RED under the 'strictly business' header. Sure, he was shot at day in and day out with the rest of them, and there was some small sense of camaraderie that came from that, but they weren't friends.

He realized he'd left Pyro with an awkward pause, and grumbled to himself. "Right. He doesn't watch my back, though."