Mars glanced over his shoulder at the sound of an unknown voice, rifle staying where it lay towards the window as he offered the gorgeous woman a curt nod.<b>"Doing the best we can, babe, but these puppies weren't made to win Talladega."</b>A hand was offered towards her, the men under his 'command' quiet for now as they concentrated on their tasks.<b>"Mars, at your service. Best I can tell, whoever sprung us lis adapting to the situation at hand. Evac point's been moved out a bit, but we'll be right on track soon enough. Don't know who else'll be giving up a welcoming party, so keep ready."</b><br/><br/>The offered shake would be firm if accepted, and a glint in his eyes seemed almost akin to a high. Mars could feel the energy of the conflict behind them fading, staying buoyed on the mayhem and carnage they were leaving as the network of nine kept him on top of the world. He was jonesing for  a smoke after far too long without a cigarette, much less a cigar, but for now that was nothing compared to the thrill of action. Depending on her own inclination, Vixen might feel the energizing presence of the man in the passenger seat of the APC, steeling away nervousness and anxiety into a calculating, predatory hunger for victory.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>