[He sees it, hears it, smells the sizzle of electricity and heated flesh and for a moment it's Rhys he expects to se, flung through they air and stunned, perhaps dead. Almost, he moves to catch the flying body, thinking he at least ought to try to salvage the other half of this 'team', in an effort to ensure the mission isn't a complete failure. But it only takes a moment to recognise the uniform, to catch the scent of the electrocuted man and know that it isn't the one he's expecting to see.

Again, there's some measure of surprise in him, at that. He hadn't pegged his would-be partner for the capable type. Even in this small way.

And so he follows Rhys' route, fluid and swift but still mindful of traps and tricks waiting to snare them because surely it shouldn't be this easy. Perhaps their enemies simply weren't expecting a volatile escape? Whatever the case, he's at Rhys' side in less time than it should feasibly take, looks up at him holding the baton, smiles sharp.]

Well, well. Whoever would have thought it. You came in handy after all.

[He glances around then, finds the platform of the tower they're currently standing on seemingly clear of all other enemies, no discernible trip-wires or lurking traps. Just up ahead is the beacon, the fire they're planning on creating only one little push away.]

It all seems a little too easy...but one oughtn't look a gift horse in the mouth. Come on.

[Yeah, that's the closest to praise you're gonna get as Giovanni stalks off towards the waiting beacon. Means to set the place alight.]