Lyle in the armory, his ears pasted flat to his head as he carefully cleans tge muzzle of his rifle out. Tail twitching behind him as he glances up, looking out on of the floor length windows. It had been raining for 4 days straight, something he disliked about Pandora is that it could rain for days without stopping.

lyle sighs, gently setting his rifle to the side and stretching his arms above his neck, groaning slightly as he felt his back and shoulders pop slightly.