Aria could tell he was thinking, just from the way he went silent though he could very well have just been watching her walk and the feel of her eyes on her told her it might have been both before he started moving himself. He often counted his kills, whereas the young woman normally found herself counting her arrows and scolding herself on how many she had had to use, and how long it would take her to kill those that which had attacked the wall and thinking about how she could have done it faster and better than she had during the encounter. When she heard his start talking in his radio she had finished sliding her arrows back into the custom quivers that held them even when she was upside down; he was calling for a clean up crew though he had to know that if civilians came down they could very well be attacked as well. When he was finished speaking into the radio he carried she was standing not too far away with her hands behind her back and he hips tilted to the side slightly while her bow was held in her hands in such a way that it could be fired from there or swung around in a deadly point. Aria herself didn't carry a radio on her person, since he did most of the talking anyway and the loud buzz of one would only make her job harder if it was heard while she was ducked just out of sight of her targets. 

"They should be able to manage on their own." Aria watched him as he walked toward her, her grey eyes dark in the half light of the rising sun, her eyelashes casting soft shadows over graceful cheekbones and smooth skin. Her face remained without scars, unlike the majority of her body which had a scar somewhere close by or on it. Women outside of the forces tended to do things more closely related to the home or the well fare of the soldiers while not being directly involved in the fighting themselves, but the few who were often ended up just as scared as the men if not more so. She almost smiled now, the corner of her mouth twitching up for a moment though they were still on the battlefield and she couldn't relax yet in case of a sneak attack by those they had hunted or those who were hunting them. "We should get cleaned up first though, maybe dress like regular people if we're going to leave the compound." She suggested, lifting a hand and wiping the single drop of blood from her face, leaving behind a smear of red.