Oryn Mair noticed the approach of the group. In fact, with his perceptiveness, he long knew he had been stared at specifically.
To Ves, the man's demeanor reminded him of the war-hardened Larkinsons. That gave him a bit of comfort as well as quite some consternation.
Well-trained, veteran mech pilots had their own pride. They stuck to their principles and did not chase after blind opportunities like their younger and more adventurous counterparts.
Ves automatically adjusted his own demeanor when he recognized the tough customer he was facing. His memories flitted back to his days with the Vandals in the frontier. While he had lost much of his edge after returning from the war, he never truly forgot the depths he had sunk into in order to survive.
"Kelandra. Off to guide another spoiled brat to a bunch of our kids? You've come to the wrong place." Commander Mair grinned at the guide.
