Verstand looked to his new fireteam. He saw their names pop up a few times in the archives under the list of donors. Damien's name he saw the most often, being one of the few guardians, let alone titans, that saw value in enemy intel and machines rather than as target practice. Spectre was the only one Verstand recognized by appearance. They had never been on a mission together, but Tevis liked to come in the archives with the new Hunter and show him the more interesting things. He missed Tevis. The only Hunter he could ever tolerate. 

When it came to fellow Warlocks, on the other hand, he got along with them all, but he had a feeling about Hadron. His cold demeanor was that of many Guardians he has seen, especially those who have fought in the darker pits of the system. He has seen many Guardians become so cold after seeing friends become devoured by the Hive or lost to the Vex. He understood that, though, sometimes the lack of anything to lose is the best way to keep what you have.

As for the Defender Titan, all the Warlock could say was that he was an obvious choice. Zavala's kind of Titan.

"At this point, it's been all but confirmed that this mission is vital.> Verstand noted. "I hope they're ready for us soon. I could be shooting my head off with Vex Mythoclast right now..." Almost as if on queue, a drone approached the group of Guardians. "The Vanguard shall see you now. Right this way." It muttered in a static female voice. Verstand looked to the rest of them. "C'mon. Let's find out exactly why we've been put together." The Exo was the first into the halls, eager for the briefing.