[Abel has no objections, he hadn't wanted violence to begin with, but best laid plans always fell apart, didn't they? Too many high strung, well trained people on board, looking for a reason. He had felt he'd done his best to prevent that until Clint had confronted them with his weapon already drawn.

He sucks in a deep, shaking breath and pushes himself up off the floor, hardly damaged physically, though he appreciates that he can no longer feel the beginnings of the bruising where Cain had held him down. It provides him with just enough mental clarity to speak, and despite the edging panic, his tone is clear, sharp.]

I disabled some of your guns, I stood my ground when I was confronted, and Clint shot first. My associate was far too enthusiastic in suppressing him while I got away, it was a deviation from the plan and one I wish I could have prevented. What ever else you think I might have done is assumption.