Jayne would just as soon have let them assume he was on their side, at least while the Wyvern was still watching. Oh, great. Now the wing-man was moving away, and he was still defenseless.
Gage scratched the back of his neck. For most of the battle, he had been aloof. Not even punching anyone. They would all probably have major PTSD, and he would still be a young and dumb. "Sorry, guys." He said, kicking a patch of blackened earth. Then he glanced to Jayne, "Well, it's up to you. What do you want to do?"