Isabelle:
Hey, we need to rest.
Royce:
So rest.
Isabelle:
You look like you could use it too.
[Royce keeps walking, ignoring Isabelle]
Isabelle:
You got a name?
Royce:
Look, I'm sorry. You want to play scout leader? Great. You want to follow me? Fine. But I'm not doing this... I'm better on my own.
Isabelle:
Want to see something f***ed up?
Isabelle:
[Isabelle shows Royce a make-shift compass which constantly spins]
Royce:
Well between that and the sun, I'd say we have a real problem.
Isabelle:
What about the sun?
Royce:
It hasn't moved since we got here.
Isabelle:
What do you think is really going on?
Royce:
What do I think? [Royce looks to Nikolai] Spetznatz Alpha Group [to Cuchillo] Los Zetas Cartel Enforcer [to Mombasa] R.U.F., that's a death-squad from Sierra Leone [to Hanzo] Yakuza Inagawa-kai [to Stans] The FBI's Most Wanted [to Edwin] and... him. They're all heavy-hitters, he doesn't belong.
Isabelle:
Belong to what?
Royce:
I'd say we were chosen.
Isabelle:
What about you?
Royce:
What about me?
Isabelle:
You know the jungle, all the players. I'm guessing Ex-Military, Black-Ops, probably Mercenary.
Royce:
You got a problem with that?
Isabelle:
Not at the moment.
Royce:
Good.