Only just setting foot into this camp to retire, what Faux thought was a relatively safe base of operations, suddenly turns violent. One of the time distortion refugees attacks him unexpectedly with a knife. He manages to dodge it, but finds himself unsure on how to deal with the user without causing permanent damage. For a uneasy moment, he is drawn back into his own shameful memory of attacking Sam-Flynn almost the same way; a grievous moment of hesitation.

And none of that matters, for as he has his baton-turned-staff ready, the issue is resolved for him. A smaller black covered user he thinks may be one of his crew mates strikes with another weapon of sorts, once, then something comes out from it, striking twice. Faux finishes off the assailant by tripping them over with the plan to hit them over the head, however the user simply slumps down in the dust, having succumbed.

Is the user ok? They aren't moving. His circuits go cold, and a quiver shakes upon them. They were well within their rights, but it still disturbs him. Grabbing the assailant's knife, he tosses it as far away into the desert outside the boundary of the small camp as he can. Thankfully, there are few of these refugees here, if more where like this one.

Faux turns back to who had helped him out only to find a bare spot. From the corner of his eye, he sees black movement past a tent so he follows it. He thinks it may be Xion. A black hood obscures any definitive features and makes it hard to tell. The fact that the user seems to fit the size though...

Not knowing much about users, or the situation, Xion was sure to know more than he does.

"Hey!" calling out, "We need to see if that user is alright."