Joaquin could feel it, the tension growing from Hermann at the mention of a dangerous situation and the whirling storm that was Newt's constant manic energy. He knew Hermann wouldn't want him to go but he had to, and even Newton was trying to coax him to stay. He was just about to argue when Manolo saved him and he sent his friend a grateful look, brows raising gently.

"That's right," he agreed, standing up straighter. "It's important that they have skilled combatants on the sidelines in case things get out of hand."

It wasn't like he was trying to be some dummy by rushing in without a plan. He had lived that way back home, sure, but he had also been immortal at the time. He hardly had that to fall back on here, even with the nanites guaranteeing him a life after death.

Hermann could be very daunting when he wanted to intimidate but Joaquin was serious here. "Not to worry, Doctor. I've been trained for this, I won't be throwing myself into harm's way carelessly."

Now would have been a great time to leave, but before that... Joaquin reached out for Manolo and pulled his friend into a big hug, holding him tight for a long moment. Please, stay safe he wanted to say but it was unnecessary. He was guaranteed to be okay in Hermann's and Newt's comfortable home.