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Still somewhat dazed, Vole processed over the events and, instead of being shot, he was offered an open hand. He was never one to snub a kind gesture, he took his hand and, pulled onto his feet he took a moment to dust himself some and catch his breath, steadying himself.

"Name is... Martin Sigma Vole, most call me Vole, and... thank you, I am sorry I-," it was then that he caught the very term he used. He pauses briefly, then chuckles nervously a bit under his breath. "You say... uh... conscript? I hear right?" Considering over the situation, he wasn't even sure what a military group was doing out here. In a way, maybe, this could work in his favor, he wasn't sure where he was anymore, traveling alone was maddening, and even military grade rations would beat another mouthful of snake and scorpion. Besides, it was the far more healthy choice to be compliant at this point. With almost an immediate change in stance, he draws up rigid and salutes Baker in the most respectful way he can muster. "Y-yes, sir!"