Mick nods in agreement. It's partial restlessness and getting damned sick of going up in smoke randomly that's been keeping him focused.

So he talks while he works because what else are they gonna do?

"Used to get itchy when Snart was planning one of his jobs. Days of reading plans, memorizing time tables and observation. Drove me crazy." A small quirk of a smile. Blink and you'll miss it. "So I'd find shit to do. Rebuild an engine, work on the weapons, box the heavy bag until I couldn't lift my damn arms."