Kaz adjusted the yellow scarf at his neck, sunlight reflecting off his aviators as he studies the newcomer.

“Alright. If you’re here, that means you’re either useful… or about to be.” A faint smirk crosses his lips, he pushed his aviators back, then placed his hands inside his pockets, circling the newcomer.

“Follow orders, keep your head straight, and we won’t have any problems. Welcome to the business of war.”