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As the last of the group began to show up Fintan put away his manual and grooming kit to different pockets in his jacket. There was virtue in routine for the back field. After cracking half a dozen tanks with screaming heads attached to red jelly while under artillery fire to carefully clean it all out you still need to show up the next day. As well all the days after. His grooming helped put that human wreckage in his mind to peace. As the red cryo dream drains out, Fintan's warm smile and attentive stare to Alwyn didn't need to tread so much water. Soldiers could bathe in blood but an engineering mind needed its humanity with at least a dash of tranquility in spite of the war. Best to keep himself at least a shallow oasis of both for the sake of those around him.

He took in the mission and looked up as she gestured to new data while he looked up what he could find on the munitions the parties in this war would likely use. A haggard mishmash of things on a rebel side to be sure. The mercs would probably add more medium-end merchandise. Who knows what the two corps or templars would have left behind. The salvage at this place would be an inventory buster with the amount of different gear they'd end up finding.

Getting everything running needed a base but getting one thing running? That warranted interest so the warm smile spoke when questions were called, "Chief Engineer Naoise, Liaison Alwyn. This theater has a lot of players on it with varied capabilities. Is it known if there is small-scale communications equipment that could pose a threat after the main communications goes down? Related, what info if any do we have of what kind of back-channels for equipment the rebels may have gotten access to?"