Tyson look back at Marcus and clears his throat some and could smell the disgust coming off of the boy. "Why do I smell disgust rolling off of you? We are picking up a private from a squad who was had a mission go wrong." He heard the squeak of a wheel, and he saw a person pushing a women dressed is a normal dress for one in the organization. He recalls his thought since he thought he was going to be picking up a guy and shrugs it off tho a little ticked they forgot to mention that, he would of combed his hair.<br/><br/>As she is pushed down to him, he notices her weary and uneasiness. She had gone thru hell and it shown. His senses on alert now as he looks over the private,When she is stopped in front of him, his ears pick up a cough and his sharp eyes notice her head jerk and honed habit of reaching for the gun that normally would of been at her hip.  He looks at the gal as she stands shakily and salutes him. He smiles at her and notices the note of sadness as she mentions her squad,"Adies soldier, You can call me Tyson for now. Its a pleasure to meet you as well Private Angela." He motions to the awkward looking boy next him. "This is my protegii  Markus." He looks awkward himself for a moment running his hand behind his head.<br/><br/>"Soo, ah can you walk on your own?"