There's a sound emanating from the back of Rodney's throat, part indignation, part reluctance, part exertion. This is hard.

But he actually listens, trying to follow John's instructions and shuffles. Shuffles. Shuffles. Granted, it looks like someone on socks shimmying over soapy ground but somehow he manages to keep upright... ish. With some windmilling and swaying back and forth. And a lot - a lot - of knee bending.

"Hey, uh, here's a thought. How about we keep this..."

He starts gesturing between them, almost falls and quickly stops until he regains balance again.

"... between ourselves. It just. Seems like a very unnecessary detail that will only bloat the mission reports..."