"We haven't run a mission in Ireland since April!" So probably not? The buggers could carry a grudge though, there was always that possibility!

"...We're going to be matching red heads aren't we?" he sighed, feeling the start of dripping once Yama moved again. Ugh. UGH. "Lets fucking do that. I like bleach. And a nice dinner. And a fucking new set of clothes because I've only got lounging shit stored for both of us." Their last several sets of work clothes were still in decon and hadn't been able to get stuffed back in one of his holes!