Looking down to the Elfling, Nivaar smiled and stuck his hands into his pockets, "Thank you, Cameo." He patted his belly and then returned his hand to his pocket, "Been feeling a bit heavy the pass few days though. Glad to see you're out of the medical tent." He rocked back on his heels as Blim started to speak. When he mentioned the fisheries, the half-elf perked up. Fish!? Frozen fish? On gods above he could make some nice meals with that. Make it last for weeks if he could get to it in time and preserve it. He started making mental notes on what he'd really need to bring now.

At the mention of their team leader, Nivaar removed his hands from his pockets to chase down the Orc. He of course gave Cameo a quick pat on the head and smile before leaving. Despite her being older, he found it hard to not be as protective of her as he was with the other children. Even though she could probably wipe the floor with his skinny ass.

Once catching up to the Orc, he called out, "Oy! Ral'gene!" His lope-sided grin was in place again, holding his hand in greeting. "It'll be nice working with ya, finally." Despite having offered to be a Dweller, Nivaar had had to first earn his place as one. This would be his first raid with the Outsiders.