(Of course)
Both grunts paused at the number. Both expected perhaps at most a dozen, maybe a little more.
They did not expect a little more than two dozen.
"That was—a little more than we expected." Osvald finally replied while Liman started counting with her fingers. "Almost a platoon.", she thought. That made her pause more, thoughts whirring about the logistics and pay for a group that large. And at the scent of food, a glance and sideways look to the food in Roy's hand.
"Safety in numbers and all that, isn't it?", Osvald said again. "Are all—", a circling motion with his fingers "— of them like you fellows, or are they very diverse group?"
всегда веренOsvald raised a gloved hand and an open palm towards Eires. " 'S fine. We will meet with them in due time—", his head snapping towards Quartz in an instant when he saw him. In one motion, the carbine was off his pack and pointed towards the floor, the lenses of his mask taking on a sharp, piercing glare towards Quartz.
In the same instant that Osvald turned and looked towards the dragonman Liman's hand sped towards the sidearm in the holster and it was up and ready within nearly two seconds, following where the sergeant is pointing currently.
After a pause with Quartz and Lisa chatting with no signs of hostilities, the two eased up with the older grunt putting a hand on the barrel of the sidearm and easing it down, quietly saying something in a foreign tongue. Liman holstered her sidearm and he slung his carbine on his back.
"Sorry.", the two mumbled sheepishly.
всегда верен"...Yes. We thought we saw—something around the corner. 'S nothin'.", he replied tersely. "We 're fresh off the field. Sorry 'bout that outburst." Uneasily, he re-adjusted the straps across his chest and put a hand on the private's shoulders, who fidgeted uneasily where she was standing.
<<Нет мутантов.>> he said to himself and the smaller grunt behind him before turning back to Eires and Quartz. "Just...well, just that seein' something that's larger than us—", he articulated with an twirl of his finger. "—that's not tryin' to eat us is...rare. T' say the least."
"No offense, s-sir." , the girl behind him mumbled to Quartz.
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всегда верен"It's going to be fine. We haven't seen any hostile contacts since we arrived here. You should be able to take things a little more easily around these parts."
An alarm goes off and she checks a handheld device.
"I've got a few things that need my attention, but I've got this-"
She copies a bit of data from her device-
"here in case you want to get in contact with us. I try to keep my alerts on and my comms open just in case."
She hands Osvald a bit of paper with her own contact information on it.
"Let us know if you're interested in traveling or need anything else. Can't promise too much but we'll do what we can."
dinner shift, be back later.
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-*Access granted.*
Roy: "Howdy Quartz." *Something smells fresh and fried from his basket.*