[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Argo III -> Fields of Mars
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	Arthur smiled back at Andy. Griff was a good name, and hopefully not something that would get the ancient beast upset. He didn't make a move to try to pet it over the time that they spent down there, but he did keep himself around it. After being snapped at, he certainly didn't feel like risking any lost fingers. It was pretty, in its own way, and still kind of unreal to look at. Meanwhile, he was mostly quiet, taking this time left on the ship as a moment to recover himself. He didn't know what he was gonna find at Camp Jupiter, but he hoped it was something close to a safe haven.
	
	He did take a little bit of time to get himself something to wear, sliding on some armor just as the ship landed. He followed after Andy, and looked upon the greeting party. He wasn't about to say something until he knew more about the group, not wanting to upset relations between the two camps. Andy however, seemed to have to, and he shirked back at the name that passed through her lips. He nodded at her mutely, knowing she had to do whatever she was asked. He didn't know what that was about, honestly unable to remember much of the events surrounding the trauma from earlier.