Wedge shivered like a twig in the wind until he finally saw Cid, his fear exchanged for elation in the span of a only a second. Biggs continued to put on his tough guy act, even more so after seeing Cid. Ever the competitive type, that one. But the two of them performed their roles admirably: Biggs’s braggadocio and confidence earning the loyalty of his cohorts while also acting as a diversion from prying eyes into their activities, and Wedge’s phenomenal and ever-surreptitious intelligence gathering abilities directly aiding his master and their plans.