Joy accepted the Engineer's gift of a shield with a smile and a bow. "I appreciate your gift greatly, and hope that I can use it to an extent worthy of its quality," he said, wrapping it in an unpleasantly stained cloth that he must have appropriated from somewhere in the ship. Once he judged the shield reasonably concealed, he did his best to bind it to his back, eventually settling with a crude diagonal strap across his front to keep it in place.<br/><br/>As his fellows exited the massive flying machine, Joy lingered in the back. He took up a position behind them, shifting his gait to a hunched, lurching shuffle and pulling his rags up and about his head. Though far from perfect, the disguise did a good job of transforming the proud young man into a lame slave or hanger-on of some sort. Still, anyone watching his head would see that his apparent clumsiness served more as an excuse to keep an eye out in all directions.