Keeper remained in his somewhat relaxed position, his gazed firmly fixed upon his commander as Veep rose and went to check on the weapons condition. Understandable, one could never be to prepared for battle, though the masked soldier was fairly confident in the condition and reliability of the weapons. Then the [i]elf[/i] spoke up, drawing his gaze away from his Commander, her insistance the condition of the weapons perfect conditoin, her indignance barely concieled as she chased after him. As mildly amusing as that was, he wondered on the commanders temperment, what [i]did[/i] the fox tolerate? His silent gaze retuned to his commander yet again.

	Then the siblings raised another good question, had the defenders prepared? ...and the food, it would be good to get a hot meal before they are stuck with MREs again. Finally, the old one, she reinforced his question. What resistance would the SPEAR team be facing? There had to be more information about their enemies? Keeper's silent gaze remained on his commander, awaiting instruction, extrapolation, and watching for the steel or weakness of the ol' fox-face by his coming conduct now that the training wheels are off.