Daemon's mild jest managed only a glance back and non-committal eyebrow-raise, as they jogged through the camp. Even in this place, her agility and training paid off, as she weaved rapidly around tents and smaller buildings, predicting the movement of people and plotting a path that she, the guide, and his warpiece could navigate efficiently without causing much damage or disruption. About halfway through the course, she recalled that she needed to get the papers from Daemon to prove his authenticity, but now that they were running like wolves on the chase, there was hardly any opportunity to ask for them or review them.<br/><br/>The abruptness with which Haas became stern with the scout made her take a half-step away from him, and pause before she could manage a response. Her face, still catching her breath, was overwritten with confusion. Was this ... was this because she'd forgotten to get the work papers from Daemon in her rush to get him to the train on time? The question he posed only emphasized her feeling of inferiority in the group, though she tried to swallow it for the moment.<br/><br/>"Sir," she began, obviously taking a moment to choose her words, "as I reported on the airship, I'm attached to you. ... With your leave, I'll board."<br/><br/>The fact that she already had some subtle misgivings about the former Redloch didn't help her reaction to the sentiment, but she kept it concealed well. As she hadn't been present at the officers' meeting, she only had an idea of where they were going, and not the specific mission involved, there. She had some suspicions, before, but with all the additions to the task force, Stalwart was no longer entirely sure what she was walking into. She was hoping for a more complete briefing once everyone was aboard and the train was moving.