As the stories came back around to Spook herself, she got much more....creative in how she told the story. And an impressive story it was. Fighting anything the wild world up close was sort of crazy. Not that Rig could really call anyone out for it, he did carry around a pile-bunker. He watched Spook as she got more energetic and theatrical, until she finished her story and settled back into her seat, seeming a little more sheepish then he expected. As she went back to poking the fire he started applauding her, making sure to wear a genuine smile to show he wasn't poking fun at her. [color=0072bc]"You act pretty cute for a total raw badass."[/color] He laughed lightheartedly. She could destroy him in three seconds, and knowing that she was on his side made him feel safer. Honestly though that was true for pretty much everyone here. Hearing their stories only fueled that idea. The fact that even their less combative members had taken down dangerous creatures out here boded well for the survival of the team. 

Rig was too distracted by storytelling to properly acknowledge Isis before she and Bastet took off again. While it felt really rude, it might have been a blessing in disguise. Having to sit next to that hell-cat might have ruined his current good mood. Some time passed and food was put to cook, then the two hunters returned. Naturally they were offered the first share of food. Rig would never argue something like that. As she sat a bit off of Rig to eat he noticed how different it was to see her so human. Her usual attire mixed with the wild-person/pack hunter lent her a different air then she had now. Maybe that added to why he felt a little...off-put by her? 

As he looked over to Bastet, he inched a bit farther away. No. It was the big fucking monster. Definitely monster. 

[color=0072bc]"How's the food? Probably taste's better after working so hard to get it on the plate. yeah?"[/color] He rested his cheek on his palm, with his elbow propped up on his knee. He was getting pretty hungry himself but he had a habit of serving himself last if possible.