Souma walked carefully around the piled supplies, limping along as he craned his sight upwards. He no longer had the luxury of his younger brother, to scale and sprint across the warehouse without caution or care. Injury had left the elder forever earthbound, sentenced to watch the younger fly above. It was a mixture of concern and pride one would find in his gaze, watching his little brother enjoy life where he could, while hoping it didn't end in tragedy.

And so his happiness could easily be seen as relief, when Souma's 'brother' returned to his side. He responded to the younger's bow with a nod, his quiet laughter easily understood by any who might hear. After all, the exploits of such an excitable, active brother would be amusing to listen to, wouldn't they?

"Quiet, for now." He led them towards the explosives as they talked, the best supplies always worth grabbing first. Galina truly did have a good eye for things, scouting the area as quickly as she had... and to pick out additional 'products' that hadn't been on the list. Explosives would be a delicious revenge against the American Mercenaries that had put both their homes to the torch. No, they definitely could [i]not[/i] let such supplies slip by them.

"I'll save inner-American, for America." His grin only grew as they walked, Souma reaching up to point out the various crates they needed to load on the next cart. Most where higher up, but that's what the younger brother was for. Experience and energy at work together, each working to their strengths to overshadow any weakness one might see. "Loud might be needed, later. Maybe loosen one, in case..."

"...Maybe pocket some, in case." Something wicked sparked in Souma's mind then. Maybe his 'inner-American' [i]would[/i] be indulged tonight. "Will pass plenty explosive, as we work. Can make good distraction, if needed."