[Of course. He can't help the small frown that mars his face when he hears it, even if he knew it was coming, but it'd be stupid to try to stop Russia from something he's apparently already decided. And hell. From an objective standpoint it might be useful to the ship, having someone so experienced out there. So he frowns but doesn't argue, just nods - throws a look over that's just as soft at the quiet I need to.

Looks away, ahead, looks back.

That's heavy, man. Something he might've kept to a look or tone, touch, maybe flowers if he'd had the appropriate ones sitting around, but he can't hide the fact that he appreciates it all the same. Reciprocates, even, though it's simply a clearing of his throat and a quiet nod followed up with a tight-lipped attempt at a smile.

And then he goes back to bitching.]

If your dumb ass gets hurt I'm gonna visit you in Medbay. Talk about your war with Japan 'till your ears bleed. [A hum.] Or that time Poland fucked with your bosses.