He wanted me to keep guard in front of his and Warriorhead's rover. I'm not kidding. [He runs a hand through his hair, visibly a little annoyed. The camp's prettiest lawn ornament.] They came back--Warriorhead was single-handedly dragging along an adult frostbrood. I heard Armada was at the site, helping to rescue the recruits, so they must not have been out hunting the entire time.

[Maybe Warriorhead went alone.]

And more recently--we set up the targeting server. Ghost and Neheda took us to the mountains, east of here. Sector R. [His voice mellows out, and his expression turns a little more grim. Ajna's days are numbered. On the one hand, the sooner this frozen goes gets wiped, the happier he'll be, on the other...well. It's still planetary destruction. Nothing he's never seen before, but nothing to make him too happy, either.

On the bright side, he's finished mixing. On the oven dish, he makes two large flat discs with the mixtures, making sure they don't touch.]