Until Candi knew where her brother stood in regards to working for Metis, she wasn't going to thank him for shit. He had a lot to answer for.
"Okay, here's my plan," Wesley said. "There's a motel up the road a ways. It's off any well-traveled road, so Metis probably doesn't even know it exists. The brain power behind the org is pretty full of itself and the bulk of their skilled muscle aren't American, so it's easier to pull one over on them. I'm going to leave the two of you there and lay a trail for the Metis hounds to follow. I'll be back tomorrow with a better plan and resources. Okay?"
Candi practically erupted. She was still shaking. No amount of Q's soothing was going to settle her. "No, that's not okay. I want answers, Wesley. Are you working for Metis? Are you part of this?"
He scowled at her. "What? No. Not actually. I was undercover."