[ It's not his thing to really talk to anyone. There's nothing conversational in his—he listens to orders, and relays them to his men. He tells Felix to be quiet. He baits Freelancers into questioning their ideals.
He's not a fan of smalltalk, so he's taken to something important rather than attempt to mingle with the others. He'll let Felix do that, if he's around. He doesn't care about how worried these people are, not unless that worry puts something he cares about at risk.
That list, of caring things? Is very, very short. ]
Yes.
[ His answer is curt, filtered heavily through his helmet. His voice is deep naturally, but the speaker on his helmet gives it a sharp tinny edge to it. He's recovered his sniper rifle from the room he appeared in, and pulls it off of his back to balance it in both hands as he stares across the land through the scope. ]
waaaaaaaaaall.
He's not a fan of smalltalk, so he's taken to something important rather than attempt to mingle with the others. He'll let Felix do that, if he's around. He doesn't care about how worried these people are, not unless that worry puts something he cares about at risk.
That list, of caring things? Is very, very short. ]
Yes.
[ His answer is curt, filtered heavily through his helmet. His voice is deep naturally, but the speaker on his helmet gives it a sharp tinny edge to it. He's recovered his sniper rifle from the room he appeared in, and pulls it off of his back to balance it in both hands as he stares across the land through the scope. ]
It's gone.