So they [b]were[/b] going to be teamed up. Too many freelancers sounded like a bad idea, and again the whole getting lost bit. Two teams of four and...no one knew anything about the others except maybe what was in a file. Assuming files were even transferred. Fuck they were going to have to get to know each other the old fashioned way. Conversation. Funnily enough Beniha was already texting someone, probably their absent party member, with an old flip phone. Eh if it ain't broke no point replacing it.

Her response to his smoking made him raise an eyebrow. "Bit of Tough Stuff and no more stains." He replied, even diluted that cleaner was good stuff. Still she took his hand and squeezed what she could of it while they shook and had that forced smile on her face. Ah, they were playing that game? He didn't squeeze back, he just gave her a regular handshake with a normal grip. Well as normal a grip as a hand nearly twice the woman's size could provide.

"I'm already aware you're a feeder, we can do pissing contests later ma'am." He murmured to her as she got up and left. He left his own seat, swung his jacket onto his shoulder, and proceeded to leave as well. It was late so he would hunt around the place for a barracks. Or a couch. Either one would do for him.