As they walked along, Dimitri would become quiet, remaining as stern and frigid as he had been the entire time. At one point, he would glance over at Halle, and communicate silently to her that he was uncertain about the other members of this group.<br/><br/>However, he had the feeling that at least this woman leading them  could be trusted to know what in the hell she's doing; hopefully the others will be smart enough to follow orders in the field...  His thoughts stay to himself, however; though he was tempted to express his concerns to the woman that would be leading them, he knew doing so would create an unnecessarily hostile environment, and such a thing before a mission was not good.<br/><br/>A hand came up to remove the cloth cap he wore, the brim of which he used to wipe at some sweat--or was that rainwater?-- from his brow.  It revealed his hair, chestnut in color, kept trimmed down to a buzz cut, for tactical reasons.