During the briefing, Adrian sat in his chair, hunched over with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped under his chin, with one foot propped up against the chair’s legs and the other free to fidget at odd intervals. He was not happy about his situation, but just on the edge of tolerance. [i]More bandits,[/i] was all that passed through Adrian’s mind. [i]Nothing I couldn’t have done just staying with my old squad. Why in the world was I transferred, again?[/i] Even so, a job was a job, and Adrian was bound to carry it out. It was his purpose in life.
	When Myrina was the first to ask questions, Adrian took the opportunity to jump in. “It’d also be nice to know how many of the crawler there were.”