[Darn this mess, Raymond says, and Rip lets out an annoyed sigh at the man's attempt to stall. He's got little doubt that there's some weapon the man to means to employ, if only he might be able to reach it--which leaves it to Rip to ensure Ray doesn't. He turns a corner just after Ray manages to crawl his way under a desk; in some ways, it's not so different than hunting Jax down in the Waverider had been.

And in that case, there had been one very specific means that left Rip finding his desired ends.]

If you won't tell me, then I'll have no choice but to ask someone else. [He's careful as he approaches the desks now; leaning this way and that, crouching as he needs to in order to look under the workstations, but always with his guard up.] Someone you care about; someone you trust.

Someone who would tell me absolutely anything I wanted to know, if only for the hope that it might save the man she loves.