[ he folds the map and puts it away in his pocket again, nodding his thanks as he takes the harness. he knows how nate's luck and is kind of expecting something to go wrong somewhere, but even if it does? nate knows how to adapt, to stay alive, and harry... well, harry has license to shoot and kill people! that's all the adapting he needs. at the question though, his grin turns a little sheepish. ] Things happen when you look for equipment last-minute. They're both tested, though, no worries - the fit'll be a bit snug, but they work just fine.

[ planning had taken up a bit more of his time than expected. regardless he stands, stretching out before he starts buckling himself into the harness, making sure it's secure before he takes another look at the compound, counting time down in his head to the patrol switch. he grabs a length of a rope and an anchor, setting up his line on the edge of the cliff, whistling a soft tune to himself as he works.

the beginning and end of a mission are his favorite parts. the moment right before plunging into the metaphorical abyss, standing on its edge and looking in, there's the sense of quiet tension building that makes it all the more exciting. and who doesn't enjoy fleeing the scene of a successful heist with treasure in tow and the robbed reeling in confusion behind them? he takes in a breath, clipping his harness to the rope and preparing for the descent, reaching over to clap nate on the shoulder. ]

Ready?