Val watched the General with acute interest, listening to the radio bark out a summary of the events back at the temporary hideout. He didn't mind people double checking his story, after all, he had said that the two Ghost Corp agents could pretty much confirm everything he was saying anyways, even if they were a bit indisposed at the moment. There was almost nothing to be gained from a lie so easily discovered. Not that there was much to be gained here anyways other than some breathing room from the Ravagers and Vinny.

Lawless... a bad name for bad people just like him. True, Val might have tried to help the Umbrans when he could have just cut his losses and run, but he had also executed those Ravagers without a second thought. 

[b] ”Now, you're a guest here, willingly or not, and I feel I owe you an explanation. You have questions, I'm sure. I'll try to explain as best as I can.” [/b]

"Now that's the wonderful thing about me General Ghost Corp," Val said, looking up at the man without a hint of fear in his eyes, though for those that looked closely, Mercy's own eyes were beginning to reflect in his own, Molten specks of lava in the calm ocean that was his otherwise blue eyes, "I know you don't owe me a Dust damned thing, but I do appreciate the sentiment. Since you haven't had someone shoot my insubordinately handsome backside, I figure you ain't likely to unless I really prove to be a read headache."

"I won't pretend to even begin to understand whatever tests you're running, hell, that's what the white coats are for, right?," he said sighing a bit and shaking his head before looking at the General again, "but I figure the 'Guardian of the Fallaways' gets a few things his way, yeah? I want to be near them at all times. Not in the same room, me being a gentleman and all that, but something adjacent will do just fine. I also lost some gear in the tussle with the Ravagers, so a full kit and ammunition would be appreciated. While we're here, the ladies get taken care of like they're VIPs. Me you can toss a can of beans and a canteen of water twice a day and I'll be fine."

"If the ladies say they want to leave, then we're leaving, but we'll cross that bridge when or if it comes up," he said, knowing full well he was not going to be able to shoot his way out of a Ghost Corp facility. Similarly though, no one chased after a goal like theirs unless they were desperate, insane, or both. And so far, they had both proven more sane than Val himself.

"Lastly... and I expect this is a longshot," he said, for the first time looking a bit nervous and uncertain, "my own Wild. Mercy. He can be a bit violent. You've got a few... partnered people here yourself. If you've got someplace comparatively safe for them to practice, I want in on it. Trust me, you want me to have access to it too."