An agitated huff escapes him, followed by an over-exaggerated eye roll and locking his gaze off to the side, away from Mitch, sullen in his approach to the whole idea.

"Don't give me that shit. You can't do all this alone. The resistance are doing their damned best in all of this but in the last five years, do you really feel you've changed a god damn thing? Leave it. We're a dying breed. We can fight from the comfort and safety of our homes, not hole ourselves away like some vermin. This isn't winning, Mitch!" The sweep of an arm around the cabin suggests just what 'this' he's referring to.