Tai watched as Priscilla and Robert departed the dropship, Greyson staying here instead and sharpening his sword still. He did have to approve of the dedication there, since maintaining ones weapon was pretty important. Fortunately Tai didn't have to worry about stuff like that for the most part, since his weapon was primarily a blunt object. The only necessary maintenance was making sure the Fire Dust was fully stocked, and the chains that held the thing together.

Other than that though, he continued his objective silence, glancing out the window and occasionally humming a tune that wasn't quite any song that he'd actually heard, as he soaked in the previous experiences and planned what he was going to do when he got back. It was all part of how he was, careful and rational planning, maximum effect for minimum effort, rolling with the flow and momentum of affairs. So once they got back he would be able to set out resolutely, with a clear plan in mind.