Cameron actually had known about one of her most important kills to her, and if it were successful like she usually was, they would've been paid very well. But unfortunately she was not, so they were overall just fucked, with so many people after them.
He flopped down onto the seat next to her with a groan, dropping his head into his hands and scratching his fingers across his scalp in his stress, little white flecks dropping down. He didn't even care, honestly, and he doubted she would at this point. One of the dogs trotted over– little Rose– and whimpered, her tail stuck underneath her legs. The jet was big and noisy. Cameron sat up and picked up the dogs, sitting back with his overly fluffed hair.
"This is fine. We're fine. This jet won't get shot down, they barely have time to report us. At least it worked out for us," He murmured to the ceiling of the jet, gripping Rose in a hug. "We're going to have to keep our heads down when we're there. I don't want my dad getting in trouble because of us." He glanced at her once, his face taught and stressed with no trace of a smile.