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[@Plank Sinatra] [@Kaithas] [@NarayanK]

You could tell a lot about someone if you trusted your gut. The way they held themselves, the way they moved, spoke, looked at you. Information was there if you knew how to read it. Gut instinct was usually just picking up on things you don't realize you're seeing. The man was sizing them up just as certainly as Ben was him, trying to draw the same conclusions.

And when he started speaking, Ben decided he was alright. Sangue trusted him, and he pretty clearly cared. That was enough to look past everything else.

[color=00aeef]“I'm Ben. Ben Lloyd.”[/color] The Redwood native left his shield where it was and took a small step forward, resting a hand lightly on Sangue’s shoulder. [color=00aeef]”Don't know how much Sangue’s told you, but she's important to us. We're Team Bastille. Used to be Bastion. I'm the captain.”

“I'll let them say hello themselves, but these two,” [/color]He gestured with his other hand to Lauren and Amy. [color=00aeef]“Are our other teammates.”

“Sangue was a huge help on our last mission. I don't know what your relationship to her is, but I hope you're proud. We are.”[/color] Sangue’s shoulder got a light squeeze before he let go and crossed the space between him and Apophis in a few steps, giving the older man a friendly smile and holding out a hand to shake.

[color=00aeef]”It's good to meet you.”[/color]