He didn't say much, being the 'new guy' and 'outsider' of the group as well as the token villain or anti-villain depending on the day, but he listened and observed everything. Just like normal, he didn't say that much unless he was panicking or acting, which was admittedly most of the time, but he tried to not let much pass him by. Still, he was mentally building improvements for them, except for Ghost cause he knew shit about her style. No sense building light armor if she was actually a brawler.<br/><br/>Still, he did get on the comm line and order the minions to start collecting raw materials, and a minute later he frantically called the minions again and ordered them to get the materials from supply, the quartermaster, or whomever was in charge of handing out equipment, rather than the vehicles of the garage. He followed the team to the mess, idly working out designs for each person on a PDA he kept for storing ideas when away from home. He had gotten some food, but it was ignored except to push it to one side as he frantically tapped and scribbled on the PDA, completely in a world of his own despite being in the mess. He hadn't even taken off his helm, hat, or trench coat, though he HAD slung his electrogun. However, after about five minutes with the PDA, he saved and closed the documents, and sighed. "Well, that should keep me busy for a couple days at very least."<br/><br/>He pulled off the helm and hat, and set them on the table as he brought the meal back in front of him. "So, how about a bit of history from everyone on the team, before the FUNG goes? If only so I can edit out the inappropriate pieces. Tailor it to the audience. Things like that."