Lipton kept his eyes on the man in the distance as Sonya and Jax debated the issue. He thought he knew who the man was, even if he couldn't remember the name at the moment, but even if he didn't know some of the reasons why he would have known the man was trouble. Lipton couldn't see him all that well in the dark, but he caught the red gleam of an eye, some sort of metal on his face, and that he was big - mostly, he just looked mean. He sighted him with his rifle - too far, but he could give it a shot. He knew better than to do so without asking, Sonya's reaction told him this was personal even if he didn't know a bit more about it than that.

He'd just been about to get the first word off his tongue when the man moved into the safety of the tall building. He swallowed the curse that wanted to take its place, and settled for following the group towards it together when the issue was decided. He wasn't terribly fond of letting Sonya fight him - hell, she could more than hold her own, but she was pretty damn banged up and exhausted, just like the rest of them were, and his old ingrained instincts that made him want to keep women from harm (in this case, further harm), were kicking in.

But he knew people, especially people in wartime. Sonya was determined, even if it was a fight to her own death. He may not like it, but he knew better than to try to talk her out of it. It didn't mean he couldn't still have her back, he decided, and kept close until she went to head in alone. He nodded, face solemn when her eyes met his, hands tight on his rifle.