Afer watching the two leave, he gives the guards a glance before looking blankly down at the floor. His hands fidget unconsciously for a bit before catches himself and he clasps them neatly together over his knees to keep the habit from being mistaken for nervousness.

Glancing over to Pidge, he debated whether or not it would be appropriate to communicate while they were made to wait it out. He still wasn't really used to working with other people, let alone relying on them.

So far so good, I suppose. He thought at her as casually as could manage, because that's what you do with teammates, right? The words end up coming across more timid then he intended them too, but the next thought manages to better match his usual cadence. Have you had to do work in infiltration before?