Well, this is going well... throughout the dinner, Krestov mainly kept his mouth shut, the job of Intel better left to the experts. This allowed him to mull over the objectives...and the team they had, now almost doubled in size. When the dinner came to a close, the giant of a troll rose up, bowing his head in thanks to their job provider before departing with Slobbertooth to acquire their gear.
Attaching his own bike to the rover, the Russian took the rear guard to arrive at the safehouse, it seemed. Pulling up, He Noted that their new rigger was already setting up shop. Parking just outside for now, he grabbed his bag of gear and head in, nearly bumping into the aforementioned rigger. "Ah, please pardoning.." he rumbled out, stepping against the wall before the doorway was clear. Stooping his head, he entered and saw Slob, bnc, and Anna are say cinversin, huddled around Zelda who made a "boof" at his appearance. Offering a smile, the quiet troll shouldered his gear, wandering to find a room was already picked for him. "hm..."