Pysan blinked a bit in surprise at her comment about not being sure if she'd met him before. It wasn't surprising to sort of stick to your own circle of like minded hunters, especially when there was a large rotation of folks going in and out to run supplies, as well helping with the Argosy and it's supply runs for a vacation or two. Even if they weren't bringing in a full fleet of hunters and handlers, sometimes they'd rotate in or out a handful of hunters for a few weeks or months just to give them a chance to be around their families.<br/><br/>He felt a small tug from his side and looked down to see his Palico gesture by licking the side of his paw and rubbing his face. Pysan reached up and felt the grime under his finger tips, pulling them away to look at the dried mud flake off his face. "Ah, sorry." He mumbled and took the flask of water from his hip, pouring a bit into the palm of his other and quickly rubbing the wet palms over his face. Quickly wiping the mud away with the under side of his sleeve he sat back up after the rather unceremonious face wash.<br/><br/>"Pysan. I work with the scouting branch, I'm out in the field a lot more than most people, but I think we've worked together a few times. Usually on researching stuff we bring back, so I bet you were paying more attention to the materials we brought in than the folks that got them there." He chuckled, half a tease. "Just got back from the trenches, didn't bother to cook myself much of an early breakfast. Just a handful of rations and some water." His stomach protested a bit more to highlight his point as the food arrived and he tore apart some of the bread, dunking it into the hot bowl of thick stew.<br/><br/>"What about you? Early start or late finish?" He asked after swallowing a large bite.