Steve nods, because he doesn't love the idea of waiting, but if Bu- Soldat says there are scouts and help coming, then he trusts that. No questions asked. "We can do that," he says, nodding a little, even if the first part sounds much easier than the second, if only because he doesn't know how he got into any illusion in the first place, so fighting it might not be so simple.

But they've also broken out of it once. Which means they can do it again.

He glances over at Soldat, feeling torn, wanting to sit here and ask more, learn more, spend time with him, but knowing that if there's a job to do, they shouldn't put it off. "Should we get out there, then? Start taking stock?" Patrolling is familiar, at least, even if that last time he did it with this man, or someone like him, was seventy years ago.