Blade followed along in Antonias' wake, shrugging at her comment regarding the individual who'd passed on the card with a half-smile, sharing in her amusement. Last-minute changes and hurried explanations were all part and parcel of military or para-military operations, and nothing he wasn't used to already. Not to mention, since the mission was one of rescue and recon, it was likely being modified on the fly due to the ever-changing amount of information.
"Things probably keep changing," he said with a slight shrug. "The closer we get to the planet, likely the more info they're pulling in, so there's more to meet and talk about".
The moment changed when there was a crash and a raised voice from a nearby room. The markings indicated another crew bunk-room, and the vulpine raised an eyebrow as their erstwhile leader investigated, standing back with a ready but not overly aggressive posture in case it tuned out to be something bad - but instead, the door revealed a slightly bed-dishevelled black-furred canine with some wicked-looking tattoos. Bemused, the fox tilted his head and fixed the newcomer with a one-eyed glance, waiting to see what happened next.
"What do ya think?" he murmured quietly to Zian, aside. "'Nother recruit?"