[ Drake watches the stranger carefully as he moves away, excuses two of those who'd been ordered here instead of just one, and comes back with their gear. He reaches out and takes it with a nod -- this guy's deemed him capable enough, judging by this -- and shoulders his pack. They don't need the masks just yet so that stays in his hand as they turn to start walking. ]

Sounds good, I'm always one for company.

[ It's the truth. Drake's a social guy, albeit not usually when he's working. Not when he's focusing on a dangerous goal... but back in Hadriel he got used to having backup in those situations, too. To working with others far more than he had back home. And he knows it'll do him well to get to know this guy's strengths and weaknesses a bit, besides boldness and protectiveness. That much is obvious from the fact they showed up for the same reason despite being already roughed up. And it's as he's about to ask after him that he realizes why the guy looks familiar.

He keeps his voice low, so only Strange can hear him. ]

I've seen you around at Red Wings, I think. Back in reality -- how many times have you done these runs?