When he wants to, Mick Rory can move like a shadow.
He's walking the ship one last time before going to Sara or Snart for the night, making sure that things are locked down and they're ready for the next job. Watching things because Sara's eyes can't be everywhere.

So he pulls to a halt as he watches Stars and Stripes leave the room they'd assigned to Barnes.

Barnes. Another guy who'd had his head put through the wringer. Brainwashed. Unmade. Turned into a weapon again and again. If one person on the ship understood what that was like, it was him.
Not that he was gonna admit it to this guy.

He regards the guy for a long moment.

"We'll watch his back."