Vaughtar took a wry look at Vata, his mind was like [i]How concentrated on other things must someone be in order to not notice a metal crate being shoved across the room and screaming for its life when I put myself on it[/i]. He didn't tell the other man his thoughts as he didn't want to stir up things again now that they were just settling down so nicely.
"Just call me Vaughtar, that's my name." he responded with a friendly look.

The gargoyle left his crouching position, hearing someone being slapped in the background. During his walk back to the crate, he felt addressed by one of the two men he had already thought of being some sort of team. The fact that the poor guy accepted just another bash without fighting back underlined this thought. They seemed to know each other very well.

Vaughtar didn't accept the hand offered to him by Wolfe immediately. It was just so unusual for someone to reach out his hand towards him, especially for someone who basically didn't know him at all. A somewhat embarrassing delay of several seconds later, he finally grasped it, [i]trying[/i] to be gentle. No matter what however he couldn't take away the sight of his own stone-grey hand literally devouring that of Wolfe, with his claws reaching further up the lower arm. He was very carful to not let them touch the Corporal's skin - a random spasm would probably have lead to a bloody incident right now.
"Hello. I'm Vaughtar." Half of the things Wolfe had said were unknowns to him: What was a SAW gunner and a Corporal ? The latter one sounded like some sort of rank... And of course he had no idea about the biblical Goliath and even less of an idea about the Goliath Hirsch was referring to. "Well, erm... I hope I don't get caught up in a fight. And may I ask why your friend is so ecstatic ?"