Six followed the instruction, putting his hands against the man's limb and snapping his weight into it sharply. He was loathe to admit it, but the straight-up following orders was ... not a part he was much used to. Hadn't been a team player before Hark, and after that it was just the two of them. Not from his own personality, or really his choice--just how he'd always been set up. He felt he was a friendly enough person, but he'd never been given a team before, certainly not a leader, and he was worried he'd follow orders too blindly trying to make sure he didn't look a rebel.