"So I guess the concepts of duty and resolve are lost on you?" the voice spoke up out of nowhere. It was someone sitting at the rear area, leaned back against the wall in a relaxed posture. If not for the red, triangular mark on his forehead then one would easily take him for a human at first glance. But the mark branded him as a Reploid nonetheless, but one curiously bearing a remarkably accurate resemblance to the humans. He gave a slow shake of his head, "Whatever, you'll figure it out for yourself eventually. Assuming you survive that long."

He looked as if he were about go back to minding his own business, but gave a quick roll of his eyes and a final glance in the direction of the squad, "Call me Duster. I'm here to earn credits. That's all." and then proceeded to return to his own private thoughts. He acted remarkably like a human, even by Reploid standards. His posture, mannerisms, and even cynical tone and gestures were proof of that.

Hmph, why bring up duty and resolve anyway? Not like either of those things mattered to him in any meaningful capacity. At least, not without remembering a few things he'd rather keep buried, anyway. Or maybe he just didn't want to get stuck with a squad of individuals who distrusted one on another over misconceptions and misunderstandings? The last thing he needed was to end up in some unwinnable scenario because the squad he got stuck with wasn't a very stable one. Right, he convinced himself. That had to be it.