[center][h2]Arcadia[/h2]
[sub]Inside the Z-ATV[/sub][/center]

Jäger picked up on the subtle body movements conveyed by Haley as he approached. She shifted in place. Why? Was she preparing something of herself or for someone else? Jäger checked her hands. No weapons drawn, for now. He continued to step forward broad-chested, his trademark smirk gleaming. What was she onto?

Haley grasped his gauntlet weakly, and Jäger raised an eyebrow. It was normal to not be familiar with Saiga tradition, but the way she fumbled her hands was suspicious. She was nervous. Afraid, even. Her exaggerated movement into the hide of her shoulder pad, her jittery movements, what caused her such discomfort? What reason did she have to be afraid of Jäger? None, save for paranoia. That would be strange, though, for someone affiliated so closely with CMAS to have anxiety for no reason. There was something wrong with one of the Junkers onboard. Or worse yet, the Z-ATV or the entire mission itself. Being outside of Arcadia's walls surely wasn't enough for this behavior. Jäger had complete faith in the CMAS organization, which led him to believe there were some ulterior motives to this mission than previously debriefed. 

He couldn't say anything out of line or stay by Haley; he would draw attention to the both of them. Jäger held the handshake for a moment longer, pale blue eyes staring into hers. Checking for any movement, any notion or indication, a hint, anything. Whatever her reaction, he would let go as easily as he began the greeting. [color=6ecff6]"We are of different kin; our necessities are borne by tradition,"[/color] Jäger said as he turned an iron pauldron to her. The formality was his blood. [color=6ecff6]"May Kho guide you unto Him."[/color]