Max looeked over as Vonys came over wtih a cup of coffee in hand, nodding back as she took a seat. The ibex seemed to have a responsibility about her, with an eyes almost as stern as his. Of course, even Max could tell that came from different places. It felt like he'd been like this a lot less than she had, he mused internally. Nonetheless, she seemed like someone loyal, and someone worth caring about given she'd probably be the one piecing him back together if he got shot. Moreover, he didn't realise himself probably how similar he was to the ibex, just in a few small ways.

"Yeah. Just about. Yawning Max should be no more, Vonys." Max said with a slight chuckle, sipping it down a little further. With a gentle grasp, he took his cup and continued to sip, the hot caffineated beverage still boiling and half-burning his tongue. He was still balancing his need for caffiene against turning his mouth into a cinder, the awkward coffee sip in itself. But it was what it was, tasteless as it may have been, it did its job. His eyes even did seem to perk up, becoming less sullen and more outrospective. He'd made the effort to learn his squad's names from the link on the pebble, so at least he had that in his court.

"Either we just got really unlucky or we seem to be the only ones for this job. Shit, maybe both. Whatever we're going into, it feels risky. Not knowing what we're up against, or what we're taking on." 

"Still....it's something different. At least it'll make a good story if it ever gets declassified." He mused with a slight low chuckle, sipping down more coffee as he brushed his mane back, sighing. 

"So, you're a medic then, Vonys? I passed my basic course for field first aid...I've got respect for anyone who spends time piecing us back together in the worst conditions. Me, I guess I'm just better at looking ahead than I am at fixing people." Max gave a wry chuckle, sipping more coffee down as he did, looking to Vonys.