Xavier shook Lazar's hand, his grip shaking and tight as his eyes burned on Goliath, his nostrils flaring with his pistol never letting down for a pause before quickly being put back in it's holster, growling as the big bastard past him, promising, "One more snide comment and you'll have your own cigar burning into your chest." He turned to Lazar, nodding his welcome before quietly saying, "We need every soldier we can get unfortunately, though not a madman." He snarled the last four words, his eyes back to glare on Gath his body tense, yet challenging. Really, he needed to be reprimand after the mission was over, he knew, but this was the farest he ever seen Gath go, and he was tired of it.