Simon let out a soft chuckle to himself, as he struck a match and brought the small flame to the cigarette in his mouth. Ryder seemed to be tough-n-gruff, it was fitting to his appearance. He took a small puff and looked around, it was a ragtag of mercenaries and drifters, there were some big names here as well. Letting out a breath of smoke, he listened to the man who went by the name, 'Alexander'. He seemed confident enough in his skills and his frame was a rare piece, Colham-built, you didn't see many frames like those out here. Looking around he saw the rest of the frames, the team that had been put together for this job was packing pretty heavy firepower. It appeared as if this job would be a cinch, although, it would all be dependent on the willingness of the team to work together.
Blowing one last cloud of smoke into the air, Simon dropped his cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. He spoke up, "I'll provide air support and cover fire for you guys," as he spoke he pointed to the Judgement which was kneeling down on the ground, currently parked. "If any of you guys are in a tight-spot, just call me in for an air-strike."