Bear sat quietly as Devon and Tristan talked, sipping on his drink. Even with the newly trimmed mustache, some of the chocolate still managed to get lodged onto his upper lip. As he took the time to gently wipe away the mess, he glanced over to Lucy. Nothing could be gained from it, just a passing, bored look, then it went back down to his drink as he cupped the mug in both hands, the warmth seeping into his cold fingers. After a long moment, he said, "It is like you say, Tristan. But that does not excuse some of the things that are done in training. Ours, or theirs." He left it at that, falling back into silence as he took another drink.

Lucius, on the other hand, said nothing, only giving Lucy what one could assume was a glare, as best he could do with the featureless purple orbs that passed as his eyes. As he sat and shook hands with the squad, he took a moment to introduce himself. "Lucius Vaughn, though I'm sure you've all been told," he said, his voice sounding mostly human, but with a metallic undertone. Like he was speaking through a radio. "I am - or, I guess, used to be - Professor Romanov's assistant. I'm supposed to be your pilot, though I've been told to be a field scientist and backup support if needed." What he neglected to tell them was that he vastly preferred a lab, any lab, to the cramped up confines of a cockpit, or the gunfire of a firefight.

Nevertheless, he tried to make the best of the situation. "Oh, and you're former pilot's belongings were passed on to me. It didn't feel quite right, so I left them on the squad commander's bed." It wasn't much, just an old sword that could use some work and a dancing hula girl that had been taped down to the dash of the vertibird. But it didn't feel right to keep it, especially since he hadn't known her. After that, he fell silent, feeling an awkwardness fall over him. Good thing most of his face was metal, else he might look what he felt.