Halvorson sat down between Janus and Fenson on the floor as Collins settled into a nearby sofa.  "Lieutenant says you're my responsibility now, fella," he said, taking a piece of jerky out of his pocket and splitting it up with the two others not stuffed to the gills.  "Which means that I'm the one that gives you something to do.  And all I'm required to do is, as you said, slice people up." He patted the sword at his waist and smirked at the halfbreed's fox-ears.  "Maybe I could put those to good use," he said, nodding at them.<br/><br/>But he changed the subject.  "This is a worldwide war, not just local to Kazmer.  The Resistance exists in one form or another all over the planet, and there's no harm in telling you that since the furs will probably figure that out by sunrise."  He bit off a piece of jerky.  "And we won't know how well we're doing until the news starts filtering down to us.  So until then, we keep slicing, dicing, and voring."  He swallowed the jerky and bit off another piece.  "For now, we get a chance to rest.  Lieutenant is busy figuring out what job to give us.  So in the meanwhile, why don't you digest some more and help me figure out just what you ARE willing to do."