*retro to injuries*

It wasn't his job to accept new members. He doubted anyone would really care what these two ended up doing, and he cared even less what they decided to do with the place. It wasn't anything personal, it was just the simple fact that he was tired and he didn't plan on staying here forever. Meaning that he wasn't about to start making friends with the first person that he ended up seeing either. He didn't exactly know what it was like to lose memories considering that he wasn't sure which memories that he had actually lost and which ones he was allowed to keep. His mind having been broken a couple months back, and he was still dealing with the effects of all of that was happening. Washington had no reason to think that he wasn't going to get any better, just that he was going to have to endure and that everything was going away. He didn't show any more signs of his condition, which was easy enough that he had a helmet to hide his face so that no one could see his facial expressions if he was starting to feel stressed out. The Freelancer was closed off the majority of the time, and he knew that he held some sort of position in a place like this. Did he know the name of that position? No. He had actually forgotten a little bit after the meeting had actually happened. All the terms were strange, and he had no idea where he was in the ranking list that this outpost even had. Most of the stuff that was being said now still confused him. He wondered if Carolina was fairing any better from what was happening. It certainly wasn't hard to hear the large animal making his way over. He was the size of a lion and littered with scars.

Despite that, he had armor that covered the majority of his body, metal armor that could deflect some bullets and withstand a lot of heat. Washington didn't seem to ever take his armor off, but portions of his body that didn't actually have armor were littered with scars that obviously weren't made by animals. Old bullets wounds, knife marks across his body, and trauma scars from explosions. His hidden gaze looked over Thea and then Anakin. He still didn't believe that the other was a ghost. His attention then turned to the german shepherd, a breed of animal that he actually knew of. Then there was a domestic cat, something that he knew more of considering that when he was human his family had two cats. They were a ton of fun. He flicked his shortened tail and kept his distance from everyone, including Thea and Anakin. They were joiners from what he was able to walk upon, but he doubted Suiteheart or Bastille would care if they were temp joiners, considering he knew those that joined could easily just end up disappearing the next day. The smilodon remained standing where he was at before finally speaking. "Agent Washington." The former human introduced himself in the calm deadpanned tone that he usually did. "This outpost accepts those who will stay only for a short time. Approval is not needed from those in higher positions." He spoke in a militaristic tone. At least from what he's seen with the group, it wasn't something that was necessarily needed either. Washington didn't say anything else, but with the way he shifted his stance, he looked like he was preparing to walk away, not offering a tour or anything. He had to finish the rest of his patrols after all. "speech"