The medic takes in a deep breath, looking over Teufort.
Here he is. the last of his original team.
the team that helped him grow and made him truly what he is today.
“has it really been eight years?” he mutters to himself, a slight chuckle whilst he thinks back on his time.
Marshall had heard rumors of another machine running around, and simply had to see for himself.
it doesnt take long to follow the sounds of clanking metal to @QuickFix_medic. He’ll hang back a little, observing as he considers how to greet.