Nal relaxed as the man began speaking. Upon noticing this, the rest of the squad laid their arms to rest as well. "There is no need to repay us, my friend," Nal said as he watched the man work on the machine diligently. He took a second to look at his squadmates. Each mercenary responded with a look of his own, as if to agree with whatever Nal was thinking. "My name is Nal Rosiff, Captain of Golden Mercenary Squad B1," he began with a small, informal salute. "I have no idea how you managed to move around in a working carriage, and that too, alone, but... Shit, you must be one hell of a man if you've been out here surviving by yourself." As the man seemingly summoned metal out of thin air, Nal raised a brow and nodded, impressed. 

"Either way, you seem to know a bit about working vehicles. Maybe you even know enough to help get a shuttle runnin' again?" Nal said with a tilted his head. "I have no idea where you plan to be when we take charge at the wall, but I'm telling you now, we're your best bet, and you might just be ours." The rest of the squad nodded in agreement, as each and every one of them expressed their amazement at the man's ability to maintain and survive in his makeshift vehicle.