‘Odd the orc would briefly turn around to see some more of the chaos going on behind in. In particular at the android that had crashed down from the skies above. It seemed the android, or rather Zeta-108 had a rough ride here! Having not fully seen the entrance, but rather the aftermath. The orc would look up curiously, to see if there was some form of airship, plane, or large winged creature that ended up dropping the robot right on down to the ground below! 
Seemed they caused quite a crater on the way down in the process. 
It was, impressive that they could do all that, and seemingly make or store coffee. 
Wonder what else she could do, or endure. 

[b]Pii-chan[/b] was drew them back in though, with a reminder to finish eating.
Which, ‘Odd, would roll his eyes but immediately finish the snack. Seemingly gulping the rest of hot dog down whole, and letting out a sigh afterward. Had to be careful not to choke when doing that in one go. 

[color=6A5ACD]“Heh, apologies about that. And that’s… close. The name is Rodd. But, making it ‘Odd Rodd, could be a fun batter name.”[/color]
He giggled, before turning around to face the rest. 

[color=6A5ACD]“Yeah, sure, Loyalty to protect in this case.”[/color]
Rodd had nodded along dismissively at [b]Pirilika’s[/b] notion. He wouldn’t disagree with that, for this very moment. But, it wasn’t quite his main motive for being here at the moment. Speaking of which-

[color=6A5ACD]
“Hey [b]Zeta-108![/b] Can you catch, or take a bomb as good as you took that fall? Could be a shirt in it for ya, even got your own team number already! And…. Probably a glove. People like to overrun first base, if you don’t knocked out by it, seems like a good deal.”[/color]
Rodd called out to them. 


[hider=Whispers to Pii-chan]
[color=6A5ACD]“Myself, really could go for some good cards… been looking for a pitcher today, no luck. That or good snacks, if we’re talking extra benefit stuff. But if you got another fun stuff, I’m willing to listen.”[/color]
[/hider]

Rodd winked & whispered toward [b]Pii-chan..[/b]
[hider=Whispers to Pii-chan]
 [color=6A5ACD]“Especially if you’ve got collector edition or signed baseballs.[/color]

[/hider]

[color=6A5ACD]“You got anymore of those or-“[/color]
His eyes just then darted toward the snacks that the[b] kitsune[/b] was getting. Which would tempt him just enough to wander over toward the kitsune and the [b]girl with a large backpack[/b]. Maybe he could or should introduce himself a bit.

That was when a sound of a motorcycle came ringing toward the group. Which didn’t seem too concerning as much as getting snacks. As he’d try rummaging through the side of the [b]demon girl’s bag[/b] looking for a snack during the loud commotion. Hoping the sudden motorcycle would keep her just a tiny bit distracted as he’d try snatching up a bag of chips, and maybe ask about more snack related stuff later. That was until the gust of wind caused Rodd to flinch, and stopped his attempt all together though his hand was clearly outreached to try.

[color=6A5ACD]“Oh sweet! There’s two people who have snacks, or can get snacks with us!”[/color]
Rodd was excited, and impressed to have a [b]convenience store worker[/b] with them.
He hoped it was a [i]8/12 worker[/i], or maybe a [i]Kingly Ranch[/i] worker. Both of them made those rotating greasy hot dogs, and sometimes completely drenched nachos! Both were extremely good.
Maybe, [b]Kai [/b]had some discounts… or coupons too. 
He was pretty used to bikers from baseball gangs, or gangs that wanted baseball bats. Staring at bombs being throwing at your face also lowered Rodd’s sense of fear over centuries. Sometimes caught doing, plenty of dumb stuff. Especially if there was a certain 'type' involved in asking him to do it. 

[color=6A5ACD]“Got it, got it… don’t stand there.”[/color]
Rodd nodded at [b]Zeta [/b]about spot marked with a 'X'. He assumed standing there probably meant freezing solid, or being knocked out by hail. 

[color=6A5ACD]“Think she’s talking about you with the fluffy pork thing.”[/color]
He looked to the [b]kitsune [/b]and shrugged. Forming a sly and playful grin, not being serious on the matter. 

[color=6A5ACD]“Dunno about the dying, kinda like this ese! He’s dressed to impress, ya know?”[/color]
He pointed his bat toward [b]Kai[/b], the convenience store worker. [color=6A5ACD]“With him, and the travel pack, we’re probably live from not starving to death.”[/color]

[color=6A5ACD]“…Sounds like this might be all we’re going to get team. And, honestly, don’t know half of ya. So let’s sound off! Your name, or cool team name for ya and a fun fact about ya, before a brief team huddle!”[/color]
Rodd grinned and would gesture to everyone that showed up so far with his baseball bat.
In no particular order, kinda.. whomever he felt like. The bat would point to everyone eventually. He may accidentally point to a few random pedestrians passing through too, or anyone who stopped dead in front of the group for too long.