Silverwind gave a tired, yet warm smile as the pink-haired ferret from the militia made her way over. He'd noted the needlessly snobby attitude many of the regulars had toward the Militia, and had privately resolved to exchange some words - but now wasn't the time. With his back against the sandbags, and sitting on the floor, his tail thumped against the ground as he wagged it in greeting to the young woman.
He allowed a moment of silence, recognizing the significance as she tied the bandana around her arm, and then tilted his head to listen as she spoke.
"We'll need everythin' we can find about 'em if we're gonna run into 'em again," he replied. "An' if it weren't for you, then I reckon we'd have been lost out there today. I'd be pleased as all hell if y'all were to come along with us." he drew a cigar from one pocket and lit it, taking a long slow moment to take the first breath off of it, his single eye glancing to her, before looking over at the damaged GEARs and then to the salvaged enemy machines.
"'Sides," he continued, "Reckon debts like that, need payin' now and then. And you're a bright one, and more'n as good as any pilot I ever saw anywhere else. Better, prob'ly".
He reached with his bionic arm into the stashed crate beside him, and passed a bottle to Reeza, flipping the cap off with one finger. "Be glad ta have you with us."
He looked up to the table, and crooked a slight smile as he watched the famished cat devour his meal. The fox had felt much the same, though he hadn't been knocked out like Shoth, and had to spend a considerable time running on his feet. It was no wonder he was eating like it was his last meal.
"You gonna come along too, Eibi? Be glad to have y'all with us, you're one heckuva smart guy, and got the skills too. 'sides, figure you got the same reasons as Reeza here too?"
Before he could hear a reply, another fox turned up, though one from the far north. He introduced himself politely, and Blade gave a welcoming nod, and a casual half-salute.
"Eyup, I had a look over yer dossier. Gotta say I'm impressed with yer skills, yer trainin' and yer service record" he gestured for him to sit down.
"And fer the record - it's Lieutenant, or El-Tee. Or just Blade is fine, 'Corporal'. I don't go much for formality, when it's not a big official thing, o'course. Just so long as everyone carries out their orders, that is. And yeah, we were all helluva busy before now, so no worries about not findin' us sooner at all."
He eyed the other fox for a moment, single eye taking a measure of him. He was well-presented, and almost stiff in his presence and posture, like he was uncomfortable. It wasn't like Ray's skittishness or jumpiness, but more an almost enforced formality. Whatever it was, he was sure he'd get to the bottom of it one way or another.
"Siddown," he said after a moment, "meet the others, and relax a moment. We'll go over what we found out soon, but welcome to the Roughriders for the meantime, Farsight," he passed out another pair of beers, one for the newcomer, and one for Eibi, before leaning back and letting the evening breeze stir his rust-coloured fur.