Once again, Linux is being Linux. He snorts, rolls his eyes at her, but he doesn't snap back at her. He's too exhausted to waste any second of his living on that child. Life is too precious to acknowledge the existence of nuisances, if he could imagine her to fade from existence that would be lovely. After all, he sees no point in licking the paws of strangers, especially when they were melded with the smell of the enemy. Why should he be hospitable only to return to himself? He'd rather not lie. And yet it is the sled dog who gives a rather daring reply, boldly using sarcasm to reply to Bakugou's words. Six seconds. The reaver's lips curl into a snarl at his attempt to joke with him. Five seconds was five seconds. It should be enough to simply say he was lost, looking to join, a spy, anything. But the next couple of words catch his attention, sanguine eyes burning towards him. Join, even though the male had so naively claimed to be a member of The Ascendants. The male, however, finds himself snorting at Victor's next comment to Linux. A punching bag, a pillow. Well, using he vented his strength into blacksmithing but Bakugou has been in an especially bad mood ever since he felt those sensations, perhaps even more insensitive than usual. Truthfully, he thinks he's been rather tame as of late.

Before he can even think of a reply or how to react to the husky, the Captain appears, encircled by a disapproving air. Cold, distasteful, frigid. His hues flicker towards Pincher, his blunt rejection of the other male. So quickly was the male sent away and it makes Bakugou smirk, curling his tail and raising his head a little higher, amused at Linux's earlier hospitality to the stranger. Hah, she truly was a bootlicker. But Victor continues to be a basket of surprises, almost to the point of begging where he suggests to drop. It brings in a bigger crowd, the first of the lot being Owen who he growls at, narrowing his gaze like daggers towards him. Raptors. He would rather they all returned to the ground, be extinct again because they were incapable of logical thought and arguments. They were stupid to think they can settle a personal vendetta without injuring the ones around him. He wanted them all gone, or maybe even overfed so they could grow overweight, unable to drag themselves onto two feet. Bakugou finds himself agreeing with Luca, to leave the husky alone. He seems too foolish to be a spy, frowning a little at Kirishima because he isn't sure what counts as a 'test'. Anyone who has been in a group long enough should know briefly of their politics. It means Victor is either one big idiot, an evil genius, or just new around these parts.

"It's surely some next level thinking for someone to come and request a joining to The Typhoon while covered in The Ascendants' scent, askin' to join and mentionin' they come from the motherfuckin' enemy clan. It's far easier to make up some dramatic story to try and gain our trust," Bakugou says, twitching an ear. He thinks the canine must merely be very stupid, unwise to have come around these parts not knowing of politics and stances. "I think he's just naive."