He gives her a grin, this, he understands. "Where they?" Pullio asks, cracking his neck. He can play along with her little scheming. It will end up with the group dieing at his hands, if she ordered it. And probably most of the area around them as well. He then frowns,<span style="font-style: italic">Wait...if I am not getting paid for mercenary work, are we a tribe? And a tribe with two people is not very strong. I must toughen her up. Teach her to fight.</span>"You pay? Or not?" Pullio inquires, wanting to know whether she is inviting him to be part of a tribe. The berserker brushes some hair behind his ear and glances down the alley, hearing voices. "Group? I join."