"Well, I wasn't in that tank.." Graves trailed off with a lip smack, his southern drawl clear, his arms stayed by his side as a stern and cold expression sat on his face. "What else ya heard?" He asked, his tone not wavering. He glanced over at you, his gaze softening for just a moment before it turned into that same stern look. his head tilted downwards as he took hold of a sniper bullet and studied the map. snickering when Farah wouldn't disclose any rumours about his supposed 'death'.