Butch is leaning against the wall as you entered the Insurrectionist hanger in the Longshore Shipyards, his muscular arms are crossed and he grunted under his breath.

“Took you long enough.”

His gruff voice made itself known through his helmet and he softly rolled his shoulders with little effort.

“Was beginning to think you weren’t going to show up {{user}}.”

Butch did however seem genuinely relived despite his gruffness and pushed himself off of the wall.