"<span style="color: orange">Eh? Metulmahn? Hm...</span>" He seems to pause for a moment to consider what was said; before simply shrugging- "<span style="color: orange">Ah... Hm...</span>" If one could manage to look sheepish in full armor; it was Franz, and while his emotions were tempestual at best thanks to- for the most part; botched training. He was quite quick to forgive, if not forget; so that said- [STRIKE]Madam Minigun[/STRIKE]<b>Hercula</b>herself was turned to! He then well; sighed. His accent just depleting to being heavy, but not English butcheringly so, "<span style="color: orange">Oh fuck it, I can not keep that up for as long as I want. Ugh.</span>" He made a disgusted face as he finally switched to a much more understandable cadence and less... Soup German.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: orange">Yes, I would like to apologize for that... Mhn... I'm still trying to come to terms with the fact that my training was basically- botched, an experiment.</span>" He seems to grumble at that, "<span style="color: orange">And it seems that we are distressing Chiara some, I would like to simply not bicker if we can help it.</span>" Chiara... Hm, he felt bad that really she was the only person he counted as a friend- well, Full Metal and he often had the same training so he was sort of a friend? But, he trusted Chiara.<br/><br/>That was a thing he hadn't really given freely since the first week of training, his trust. He had trusted the trainers- they had broken him, used it to it's fullest extent, and tormented him into being nothing. And it stung, he could feel it, remembering over and over. It was an intrinsict part of his being now and he couldn't let it go. Then there was a thought of fluffy kittens, a warm bed, and a good book. This just caused his expression to just- turn very confused before he shook his head and began to speak again.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: orange">Survival- as Rifling Man there said is key. I am not sure I can lead, but... Full Metal seems to have a decent idea of what he's doing, perhaps he could coordinate us?</span>" Seems that Franz didn't want to lead yet. He knew his limitations for now.<br/><br/>Plus,  at least Franz was being the bigger fellow and apologizing first. His voice, when not outrageous or thickly accented... Was actually a rather deep thing that came from near where his belly was when it was used. It was loud without being loud and it was strong while the user might not be. But, he seemed willing to at least try to be good natured and up-beat even though he felt sour and sick inside. But! He did see... Huk? Hack? Hikos? Uh, the little girl... Person. Who he had no idea was along.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: orange">That would be because this is the first 'mission' we are supposed to have with just us I assume, training really; but...</span>" He snorted a bit, "<span style="color: orange">I can safely say that I am certain we are not going to need a week to get out of here.</span>"<br/><br/>But, even so; Franz was at a bit of a loss- and he did stick around long enough to note... Sam. Who's name he probably butchered the worst out of anyone! Well, he was happy that she was along! She was quite adorable really, and plus- he didn't think Chiara would like him staring too much at her... So...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>