[76 hummed, a confirmation that yes the dragon came from the place he'd been in before. The only dragons around here seemed to be those little noodle like ones that spiced up food- and the pony sized wyverns out in the cliffs. Did they count as dragons or were wyverns a different thing? Did it matter?

Even while just making noise for a moment, he actually opened that canteen and cupped a hand to pour water in to, leaning in a way he wouldn't get water anywhere but his face and beard. No drops soaking through his shirt an in to bandages, thanks. That'd just be itchy.

Still listened all the same, using claws to help scrub out blood and dirt-]

You don't trust me with it either, so neither of us can talk when it comes to that, Reyes.

[Slinging water off his hand, pushing himself to his feet with a noise that was both a little pained and tired. Took the few steps to drop that closed canteen on to Reaper's bag

before 76 was dropping himself. Both against the wall and, surprisingly, Reaper's uninjured shoulder was leaned against, head tilted more near the wall and only one leg stretched out in front of him; bent knee propped a bit against the wall.]

Just as much of a kettle as I am a pot, asshole.