[ It's been long enough now that Thancred is quite familiar with Val's memory problems, and he's done everything to ensure that it doesn't become a liability for them. Granted, Val had mainly sorted that all out for herself, always making sure to carry a journal around so she can jot down what she needs to know. How many journals has she filled with scribbles of the variety of errands she agrees to do for people? It's almost beyond belief.

But when he can, Thancred remembers for her. His own mind usually refuses to let go of even the most minute details about a job, given that intel-gathering is one of his main purposes among the Scions. If Val has forgotten something of import, it's almost guaranteed that Thancred hasn't.

This particular spot of trouble isn't anything for them to be so concerned about, however. ]

I wouldn't miss it for the world. [ He rises from his seat then, checking over his gunblade and peering into his pack to make certain he has all the cartridges he needs, dutifully supplied to him by Y'shtola. ] And if we can determine what's got them so riled up, all the better. We don't want this to happen again, when we're not around to see to it.

[ He cracks his knuckles and then stretches both arms over his head, limbering up as he shifts his weight from one leg to the other. ]

Ready when you are.