Fell nodded in response to Liara's own introduction, happily accepting the handshake. Fell had dressed himself in his common garb instead of full plate armor, it being too hot outside to do so. If Fell needed to be brought to standby he'd immediately slip into it, war axe and shield ready. Honestly though, he couldn't help but let out a laugh at how wary the bear is of strangers, although considering the man's build it might not be farfetched to say his bulky exterior might be what causes such a hostile reaction. Noone on the other hand stepped forward, eyeing Liara with curiosity. It didn't nearly take long for her to accept the new face as it did Arlan, letting out a single content bark. "Seems she's takin' a liking to you, Liara." Fell chuckles.

"Well, I was about to head back down to camp m'self, so I'd be more than glad to join you Ms. Liara." The black-haired bruiser walked further down the path, Noone hot on his tail. He took a note of that oddly cheerful smile, and thought of it as a good thing. A soldier who can't enjoy themselves is no good off the frontlines. It gave Fell a grin of his own, that little thought. 

"If I have takin' a likin' to this place, that what you're asking? Hm... Can't say I haven't, with all the young spirit around this place. Although it concerns me our leaders seem to be relatively lacking in age, one would think commanders should be more experienced than our current ones. Although, can't say much. I haven't seen 'em show their prowess, so if indeed they prove to be more than capable of their current position I see no reason to complain!" It was quite a mouthful, but that were the man's thoughts on this encampment. Not a bad place at all. He'd been walking cross-armed back to camp, his muscles connecting like a chain. Fell looked back to Liara, curious as to something. "You must have been here for a while now, yourself. What would your opinion be of our station?"