"I don't think they're worried about when they plan on collecting a corpse." Snart spoke a little coldly at that. The zipties had just been a security measure in case he'd regained consciousness before the drug took hold, he was sure. He didn't think the man would dose him with something fun. He was an assassin, after all.

He was grateful for the help, and if he were more sentimental, he'd outright thank Matt now, but they didn't have time for it. He leaned the side of his head against the vault and paused. "He took my gun." Cold hissed belatedly.