The freelancer started to reply to the young mechanic, about how long term exposure could be just as dangerous, for Haas to start his explanation of the mission parameters. He opted to let the subject lie in favor of letting the briefing be done with.<br/><br/>Daemon shifted uncertainly after Haas finished describing the details of the mission- the same perameters that he'd been told before the man had hired him- having the feeling the veteran was still withholding something. He withheld a sigh, hoping that the group would listen to him- hopefully age wouldn't be an issue, given how young this 'Athena' girl seemed to be.<br/><br/>"That's the smallest 'piece..." Someone murmured from the peripheral of his vision.<br/><br/>Turning revealed it to be the person who had led him to the train station, eyeing Kain in a indiscernible manner. "I imagine he would be, considering I made the frame myself. Uses a lot of the same workings as the more advanced prosthetics, but as far as I know he's one of a kind." He replied, tilting his head at Stalwart's introduction, and returning with his own, "Daemon, as I said when we met at the camp outskirts. Here as an advisor on local hazards." He shifted to accommodate Kain suddenly leaping off his shoulder and flying up to the beams running across the top of the train car as the caster returned the scout's handshake.<br/><br/>Breaking from the handshake, he eyed his companion, who had evidentially decided the train car floor was far too crowded for his liking- not that he was much happier about the crowding, mind. "May as well reintroduce you to Kain, since most people don't figure he's the same shell in two frames." The white haired man turned back to the woman, guessing, "But I don't think you wanted to talk shop, so I'm guessing you've got questions for me?"