Terry perked up when he spotted Talon, or as Terry liked to call him, Gearbox, and lumbered forward with no attempt at subtlety. Which was something he didn't much excel at anyhoo, and the armor would only make it worse. He gave his old 'friend' a jaunty wave. "Hey, wondering if you got let go when the Red Commissar vanished and the fighting started, glad to see you survived the change of hands. This is Talon, and anyone that calls him anything other than that gets shot in the face."<br/><br/>He turned his attention back to the big guy, and took off his helmet meeting Talon's eyes. "So, now what?"