Armend laughed a little to himself as the woman applied the strange paste. He would have objected, but it was too late and the japanese woman was already duly in the process of smearing the odd gel across his forehead. It was cool to the touch almost, but bit and stung a little, although nothing more than a small discomfort. He smiled, while thinking of the best way to wash the strange paste off, “I do speak English.”

	He nodded and started to follow the lead. He nodded again at the questions about his brothers at arms and patted the black device on his belt, “dey will come vhen ready.” 

	He continued to walk, his boots scuffing the ground. It was nice to stretch out his legs, without the need to be bolting this way or that, let alone diving from grenades or into adversaries. A small smile crept under his nose and he opted to enjoy the stroll, before it turned into something else. He covertly, or attempted to covertly scrub the paste off his head. His skull was sore to the pressure and after a little he decided to stop.

	He turned to Sean and shook his head, deciding his question was better for someone with all their teeth. He then looked at Danica, “you mentioned guns, do you use dem?”