"You're paranoid, Illya," Napoleon stated, as his partner grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
Whatever it was Illya thought he'd sensed, as they were about to get in the car, Napoleon was fairly certain it was just his naturally suspicious nature. Still, the Russian's instincts had saved them more than once.
"It is not paranoia if they really are out to get you," Illya replied.
Dropping to his knees, he shone his torch beneath the car. Seeing the bomb he'd known he would find, he beckoned Napoleon to join him on the ground.
"Okay, Tovarisch. So you're not paranoid."