Victor sat by the window of the room, staring out into the wilderness and keeping watch as he fiddled with one of his arrows. Out of all the things that could've happened, their Commander was stuck as a frog and now he had to listen to the grumbling of an old man and the pointless rambling of a petty thief. He rolled his eyes when he was mentioned but tried not to say anything about it until Aya had finally finished her spiel. The Ranger took one last look outside before stepping down from his makeshift perk, sliding the arrow back into his quiver.
"You might've meant it as an insult but I'm fine not being considered. Command doesn't suit me. However... if you think I'm gonna sit here and listen to your complaining while you boss us around, think again." He retorted as he took down his hood and took a seat by the fire, his raven black hair draping his shoulders.