Lictor rose to his feet with the declaration of their swiftly approaching arrival. The subtle shifts of atmospheric pressure and engine thrust trembled through the airbus and into his feet. He rolled his neck, tapped his visor, then toggled the shortband feed of his radio transceiver with the same hand. Carnifex's slow lilt was caught by his other hand. Carnifex was lifted up, the scabbard's strap loosely pulled over one shoulder. The buckle was tightened, the long blade situated vertically down Lictor's back. He rested an arm on the rifle slung to his chest, loosely holding it with nary a finger on the trigger, as he turned and walked slowly along Aissi's trajectory towards the hangar doors. It was a languid pace, a comfortable one. A mosey, with purpose. He did not speak up to anyone in passing, but his nods and directed gazes were weighted. A nod to Howser. A lingering glance on Zhejiang. That flicker of familiarity at Alto. His steps came to a natural conclusion by Kyra's mech as the woman scrambled into her machine. He cast his voice in a bark up to her; "Keep cool. You're one of the best, yeah?" He prompted Kyra, clearly not expecting an answer. His eyes did not even rise to meet her, as his gaze focused through the HUD of his visor and observed Aissi's spreading wings and the display of her exotic stature. "I'll be up top. I'll keep your ankles clear. Don't worry about me falling off. Don't worry about anything besides keeping up speed. You've got three jobs." He lifted his hand off the rifle to count the orders he had for her up his hand; "Keep up with the winged girl." Pinky finger. "Get me to any Bishops that show up." Ring finger. "Don't fuckin' die. If things get to be too much and you can't get in contact with me then link up with Howser. That Grizzly is your best bet at not eating shit out there." Middle finger. "We good, Newman?" He finally looked up at her. His barking voice, while firm, was not harsh. When she finally answered, he would effortlessly scale the mech and take a position atop it.