Ben had seen a lot of weird and wonderful stuff in his life but more so since he'd been drafted into the Regiment and he had definitely seen some physical mutations but never wings. Wings was a first for him but credit to him he didn't gawk but rather redirected whatever gawking would have taken place to what looked like a mark on the top of his boot.
"Aye, thanks," he said with a distinctly British accent, Geordie accent to be exact. He was proud of that fact of that as well, especially as roots were important. He dipped into the bag and pulled out a orange gummy bear and popped that into his mouth which was thankfully bereft of smoke or that could have tasted very weird.
Ash flicked aside Ben offered a free hand. "I'm Ben."