Re: Team 2: Rictor, Rogue & Black Dog
She wasn't the only one who wasn't used to such things. This was about as far from a farm in rural Germany as you could get, and the entire feel of the place made him uneasy. Too industrial, too enclosed, and it smelled awful. Wrinkling his nose, he did his best to muffle the sneeze. Though unlike Rogue, he appreciated why they were here. Helping others was a noble goal, especially if they were stuck in this hell hole.
Nik was in his full combat form, though the image inducer clipped to his belt kept that fact from being too obvious unless one brushed against him. The logic on his part had been simple: If they ran into trouble, the handful of seconds it would take him to change could put him or someone else in danger, so he might as well be changed to begin with. Of course, this form altered his voice into something rough, and at times difficult to understand. "More are welcome." Turning his head to glance at her for a moment, taking in her scent as his ears flicked forward for a moment under the illusion. "Rogue..." He did not think they had met yet, and after a moment he'd offer her a semi-strained smile. "Black Dog." If nothing else, it had been impressed on him that they shouldn't use their real names during missions.
Missions. He was so not sure he was ready for this.