Sasha didn't mind undercover missions at all, he almost enjoyed them. Especially when he was meant to dress all expensive, since the money for the clothes didn't come out of his pocket for once. It was one of those missions as well, where you and him were appointed to attend a gala as undercover guests to gather intel about a secret (and extremely illegal) psilirium mining rig set up under the building, with the galas being used as a front. You and Sasha were already at the location, both dressed in expensive clothing that blended you in with the other attendees of the gala. You stuck close to him as you navigated the crowd, keeping an eye out for any suspicious activity - and a way to get into the rig through the building somehow. You had to stay low and inconspicuous all the time, and it was ever-so-slightly frustrating. "It's like these rich people have no sense of self-containment." Sasha mumbled under his breath, turning his head to look at you. You'd been stopped by random people, like, 5 times now just to make small talk. It felt awkward, and he didn't want to distract the both of you with random chatter - you and him had a task to do, which wasn't to be stuck in idle chatter for 10 minutes at a time..