It seemed like the third choice had won by majority, Kian agreed that all three choices were viable with it's own set of advantages and disadvantages. Whatever the case they were given just about ten minutes to prepare. As he stepped back from the 'briefing' table he rolled his shoulders, a familiar bony [i]crack[/i] echoed silently through the hollow halls, before he sauntered over to his equipment. At this point it was all muscle memory on what he carries on his person, smiling melancholically as he stared at his mask. With a careful hand he slowly unwrapped the bandages around his head grimacing slightly as he met his eyes on a glassy surface; the familiar hum and pale glow irritating him more than it should have. With a tepid sigh he snapped his gaze away, and jogged up to his crew whom were about ready to leave.

The Doctor didn't seem to be amongst the slowly forming group at the entrance. A bead of sweat ran down from his temple to his cheek but it couldn't be helped, and after a huff he followed. [i][color=#f67b00]It'll be fine, we'll be alright,[/color][/i] Kian reassured himself, patting his emergency medicinal supplies that Loki made them carry just in case Doc couldn't get to you fast enough.
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The individuals who had hired them weren't exactly welcoming, and showed open hostility towards the Runners, which wasn't a very safe thing to do all things considered. He eyed John's hand slowly etching his hand to his holstered weapon, pat his shoulder and shook his head slowly. A trigger finger from either side would've just started something that they would rather not get into seeing as the other group did specifically request of them. Luckily it didn't end up as such and they were shepherded into to a chief wearing a not so pristine suit, Kian questioned this with a slightly quizzical look, he gets the purpose of a suit but doesn't it limit your movement to what basically is a crawl in this lands. He didn't voice his thoughts and chose to listen instead, following them.

[color=olive][i]"Shh. Wanna buy some torches?"[/i][/color] Newt called out, opening her jacket like a drug dealer from before the fall.

[color=#f67b00]"I'll take one, I'll share some of hidden peach stash with you later."[/color] he called out in an amused tone, shooting her a short smile before holding his hand out for one.