Lex/Darius/Rictor/White Magic Defense Force.
Then there was someone fighting up ahead and the white mage readied himself. Surely, there would either be an undead to dispatch, or a wounded warrior to heal at this rate. There were so many already abounding that it would seem nearly impossible luck for him not to run into another in need. Maybe if they were lucky the person would... And the other was calling out to them.
It took a moment to recognize the muffled voice and pomp and circumstance of the armor but when he did, Darius couldn't help but give a small laugh, a slight grin forming on his face. "Good seeing you too, man." With that, his hand went out, offering out the appropriate motions for the 'official' OBC secret handshake once the two of them were in close enough proximity. It would only take a moment after the handshake was complete to realize that the young woman he'd been moving along with was already headed off in a forward direction.
"Pushy one." His voice was low and with the woman already walking off, he doubted anyone but Rictor would hear it. "You know her?" A glance was given to the other man, before Darius rolled a shoulder. "Hey, maybe we should check if he's come from that way, so we know if that's another area to check off." Darius would call after the woman, trying to carefully watch to assure nothing was about to strike out at her and if anything tried, that he would have a spell ready to topple it at a moment's notice.