Bryn and Greg
This was so far out of Greg's comfort zone, it was almost funny. Loads of people in one place. Loads of food, in the same place. Nobody on watch. A largish fire, to highlight their location. Everyone being noisy, especially the little kids (including his apparently-not-feral-anymore "uncle" since he was now five? Which was a headfuck in itself) and the only person who seemed to be worried about anything was himself.
He needed to relax. He headed towards the fire, drawn to the heat, and looked round at the woman he ended up standing beside. "Holy shit," he blurted out, then realized that could be seen as rude. "Uh. I mean, your armor and weapons. They're pretty fucking cool."