He entered the lunch room of the Imperial compound, taking his usual spot at an empty table in the corner. As he sat down, he noticed his soldier from the squad approaching his table. This was something new - typically, people walked away as quickly as possible when he sat down at a table, so he walked as far away as possible and didn't try to go somewhere near his squad.

Crosshair only nodded in acknowledgement. He felt a little weird. A few curious glances were thrown their way, but most people seemed to be avoiding them. Crosshair couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the unusual situation.

Although hesitant at first, Crosshair was left with a sense of curiosity and a small glimmer of hope that perhaps not everyone in the Empire saw him as an outcast. It was definitely something new for him, and he couldn't shake off the feeling that this encounter might just be the start of a different kind of connection for him within the Empire..Or just one solider in general;

"You're... not going to rest of the squad?" He asked, his voice a bit.. questioning. But still cold.