[Sometimes he caught sight of Hernan making the rounds and guarding the camp, and he still marveled at the other man's ability to fly. It seemed both frightening and freeing at the same time, especially for one who had lived almost the entirety of their life underground or in the desperate smog of an industrialized city where the sky was questionable at times.

He lifted a hand to greet Hernan as the other man landed nearby, and he put a smile on his lips despite looking tired and dirty from wandering the desert. He shifted his pack on his shoulders and nodded at the confirmation. They would all be infiltrating together at least.]

Some were, others where suspicious. It depends on the topic of conversation, but there are a few that now recognize me and know I have items to trade. They don't seem to care where I came from at least.

[He looked around camp.] Uneventful rounds from above today?