Reavers head went tilt as she walked away. What a sight indeed, if there was anything called luck, he had it. A girl who looked like that always withtin spittin' distance. If the world was normal as it was all those years ago, he often wondered what he'd be like. What kind of woman he would of married, had kids with, what job he had. Well, too late now. 

Shrugging off the thoughts he walks over to the Goblins that recieved his knifes. Taking out the well lodged knifes from their chests, wiping them down with his rag and placing them back in their sheath. One thing about Reaver, he was never wasteful. Only had what he needed and never splurged and got what he didn't. 

From there he grabbed the foot of a couple Goblins lying close and started throwing them on top of eachother, making a mound of Goblins. He did this to count his kills, status reports are always fun when it came to these sorts of missions. They always want to know what the kill count is on how bad we dinged the enemy. He looked back up and saw all the bodies that he had torn through, not really noticing it before, but the ground was like an army grave site, littered with their green bodies. "This is going to take forever... Screw it, they woke me up, they can clean it up." Reaver clicks the communicator in his ear, hearing someone on the communications line pick up, he says, "This is Agent Reaver of the 75th Branch, I need a clean up crew for the emergency this morning. They need a strong stomach and someone who can count past my Branch number. Make sure their specific instructions include searching the bodies for anything useful to the Colony." After he repeated the order back to him, they disconnected.

Reaver looked down at his clothes, they were gross and starting to dry on his suit, which was going to be hard to clean. He shrugged and started to walk towards Aria, who was now a bit of a distance from him. "So is that a no on breakfast?"