"Yes, sir," the gunner smartly replied, with a salute.<br/><br/>It seemed Mary had more jogging to do. It was fine; she was in good shape, and at least this time she didn't have to jog completely across the camp and back. Stopping only to grab her rucksack from near Mildred's tent, which was on her way, she went to find where she'd left Daemon. As she approached the man, she considered how grossly feeble she must seem in this party full of casters. Even their new guide was a caster. Everybody in their team could probably sling spells, fire magical ammunition, and command the great warpieces of their day, and all she could do was pick things off from a considerable distance with her rifle, and observe. Stealth was really her only asset to the team.<br/><br/>Coming to a stop, Stalwart took a moment to gather her breath, before addressing Daemon. "Alright, he knows. You're coming with us. Train's leavin'. Let's go."<br/><br/>After a swift cock of her head, she began to hurry toward the train station, leading the way for the other. Given the fact that their airship had nearly left without their chief caster, before, she wasn't about to test the patience of their train's conductor.