Once Mildred and Mary had finished preparing the dead birds, the Wing Sergeant began to make her way to the command building to await the return of her caster-heavy group from their orders. Before she'd gotten far, however, she heard shouting voices off toward the perimeter. She unslung her long gun and jogged over. There were no gunshots, yet, but she knew that didn't necessarily mean the situation was alright.<br/><br/>As she pushed through the thick brush, she smelled the smoke of an active warpiece nearby. Stalwart picked up the pace, and when she came within sighting distance, she climbed a tree and found the sentries as well as Daemon and fiercesome-looking accompaniment. "...th' hell?" she quietly whispered to herself. She hadn't been told anything about expecting any more casters. She hadn't arrived soon enough to hear the man's explanation for his presence, but he seemed to be yielding to the sentries despite obviously being more than equipped enough to handle the lot of them. That meant that he, at least, believed he had business here.<br/><br/>So, she quickly descended again and briskly closed the distance, appearing through some brush. "Who's this?" she asked, not bothering to raise her gun to him, or his piece. One of the sentries nervously informed her of what the man had just told them. She matched eyes with him, sizing him up, learning what she could from his appearance and how he carried himself. Her expression was loose, but stern, and her eyes were wickedly sharp.<br/><br/>After a long, appraising moment, she finally spoke again. "Guns down," she told the sentries. "I got this."<br/><br/>She looked back at Daemon once again, and then cocked her head back toward the camp indicatively. She would lead him there, all the while pondering what this meant. She had hoped there would be additions to their party at some point, but adding another caster -- an unaligned caster, at that -- went against anything she'd learned about operations, before. It seemed that, if Daemon was to be believed, Judas was a man who knew how to throw around his influence. She was hardly in a place to question him, however, despite her inner misgivings.<br/><br/>Once they'd arrived in the common area of the camp, she'd turn to her charge. "Leave your warpiece here," she'd instruct, gesturing at Kain briefly. She wasn't about to be responsible for bringing a deadly, unaligned military machine right up to the command structure. If he couldn't handle being separated from his travelling companion, he'd have to wait under guard for her to verify his story with Judas.<br/><br/>Assuming he complied, however, she'd lead him to the old world building where the other casters and the upper echelons of base command were conferring. She knew she still wasn't allowed inside, so instead she spoke to the guards, asking them in her usual laconic way to inform Judas about his guest. While that was carried out, she stood outside with him, patiently.