( Well, it's definitely better in that they're not being actively kidnapped or murdered, so. There's that. Their momentary freedom puts the Thessyx head and shoulders over the invasive species back on Earth.

He blows out a breath. Scrubs a hand across his face as he thinks. Well, first ones first: )

Lance Sweets, Nathan Drake, they're good. They've been with me a long time, if you can trust anyone, it's them.

( For what that's worth. He's legitimately not actually sure if that means anything to Takoda, they're kind of on weird territory. )

Childe's the one that runs the camp. She's no Nia, but she's not bad. Chief of security's a bigger asshole than you, don't ask me how. Seems on the level, though. Sanitation's full of stoners, engineering's making moonshine. A lot of the people who were here before we started showing up are a little mistrustful. You're gonna wanna... you know. Not do... that thing you do, at least until tension dies down a little and we merge groups.

( Just like those early, early days when the foundation of the camp was still rocky and the population was low, scrutinizing every cluster of people that wanted in on the safety they found there. )