("I have a mind to have you knock their damned fool heads together, or do it myself at the very least.") Steiner replied as he watched the men prepare to dole their meal as the neko offered her beverage, still taking no small amount of amusement from Katsuko's earlier outburst, though the child storming off had been something he could do without, ("But unfortunately, such an action would likely see us in irons-no, best to stay out of it.") Steiner watched as Fuyuko attempted to pass the jug of fermented milk around. The Yeoman with half a nose accepted the drink as he offered his own. Taking a long pull, he shuddered slightly as he swallowed the tart drink mixed oddly with the spicy flavor of his booze and produced an unpleasant aftertaste.
"Don't go too good with scrumpy." He explained as he passed the jug to his fellow, who simply shrugged, corked the Swampwater, and took a long pull, "Name's Daniel by the way-the one with the cyber eye is Zug, and the fellow there is Olaf." The one currently tending the pan simply gave a nod as he prepared to dole out the food. The crumble, enhanced with salt meat and that strange purple citrus fruit was plopped unceremoniously into each man's mess tray. Olaf had taken his helmet, revealing tanned skin, and what seemed to be a soft face covered in blue woad tattoos. If anything, aside from these he seemed to be the least scarred member, until one heard the faint hiss of cybernetics coming from his left arm and both legs. Taking a bite, and savoring the mix of citrus, crumbly, and salty with a bit of meat, the yeoman nodded to her. "What's yer name?" He inquired as he took another bite.
Watching his honor guard's attempt to bond with the woman, he sighed internally. ("Honestly, I am surprised after the girl screamed at her matriarch given what I know of nekovalkyrja that it did not end in bloodshed-given how casually they treat death around here.") He commented to the Sund Wakir, idly sifting through some of the data they'd managed to capture as he waited on things to simmer down. He heard and had seen some of what Yamatains considered sport-such as rock sliding, or on one occasion; a game of 'cops and robbers' being played between a group of idiot teens with live firearms. He wondered how often that had happened-a bunch of bored, stupid people doing stupid things.
He checked the attachment point on his right arm, wondering if he'd made a mistake in not bringing his plasma cannon-a little fireworks display may be just what was needed to distract from the drama.