[Only when Rafe gets over himself. So, no, never.]

What can I tell you, these archeologists smoke like bleeding chimneys. And with bullets flying, what else are we going to do?

[He doesn't disagree that he'd be better off, though. His mum shares the sentiment, always throwing his packs away when she snoops in his things. It would certainly be easier to do his free climbing. But they'll pry his lighter from his cold, dead, cancer riddled hands one day and he's fine with it. A bullet will probably find him first, regardless.]

You could cut the tension with a knife 'round here, it just helps.