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Razlo just smirked when Sven started into his pissy invective, his lips pursed and his eyebrow cocked. As the surly Norseman took his leave, Raz gave the man a dainty wave with wiggling fingers and mouthed silently 'toodaloo'. The whole exchange seemed pretty standard fair for how things usually went between the pair.

It didn't seem like Ralen was going to play along with Raz' today, instead opting to back up her story. He didn't know her very well, but she seemed like a pretty straight and narrow sort of girl; he hadn't seriously entertained the idea that she'd overslept. Still, the crystal arm caught him a little by surprised. He still wasn't used to that. When she turned a question back on Razlo, there was a twinkle in his eye. He had a great tall tale trumped up for the occasion, but Jett cut in with a call for quiet that took the wind right out of Razlo's sails.

So, a little miffed, Raz sat through the briefing attentively. It took him up to the terms of pay to get over it. The sparkle in his eyes returned full force, a low chuckle at the back of his throat building to an excited laugh. They had free reign to fill their pockets with loot? Seriously? He wet his lips and beamed at the prospect, burying his hands deep in his coat pockets and pivoting on his heel. [b]"Ta, boss."[/b] he said as left the room.

It didn't take him long to reach the dropship, he pretty well wore his whole kit around the clock. As mum always said, it's better to have a grenade when you don't need one than to need a grenade when you don't have one. Sweet old girl, rest her soul. Ready to go, he leaned against a storage crate in the hangar, waiting for the rest of the team to make their ways there.