"Hey, we Exos used to be regular soldiers!" For a certain value of 'regular'. She's not referring to...well, Bryn... either, though there's a pang she has to shove to the back of her thoughts. "The rest of us, though, there's no telling who they were before."

Steve's attitude will stand him in good stead, not least with the likes of Lord Shaxx. They're about to step into the main antechamber to the Vanguards' hall. It's a room wide enough to accommodate one side being taken up by an armored Frame running a small armory on one side; on the other, by a couple of armchairs and couches behind a counter.

Monitoring the holographic screens atop said counter is a Titan bigger and more impressively armored than Blaze. The collar and shoulders of his white and orange armor are lined with shaggy fur, a twisting bull's horn sprouting from the right side of his blank, all-concealing helm. Its twin appears to be missing. Even his Ghost has a bigger shell. The Titan himself is intent on the battles playing out before him: teams of Guardians locked in combat with one another. As they approach, he leans closer and jabs a finger at the comm button beside one image.

"Alpha team is taking point C! Get on them, Bravo!" His voice is smooth, and British-sounding, and softer than one might expect. He switches to another display in time to catch something he likes, and laughs fiercely. "Three down! Excellent!"

Ghost leans toward Steve and whispers, "Shaxx really loves training."