The large teen held his smirk and looked down at the man wearing the pilot's outfit, who seemed to be attempting a surgery on the Arc kid. The man looked at him inquisitively, dropped his gaze to Velvet and scoffed saying in an incredulous voice, "Is this kid for real?!" Velvet pulled her ears to her cheeks, out of the boy's reach, but didn't answer.
The pilot, without missing a beat, looked back up at the boy with the slight Mohawk and told him to go grab his stuff from the now billowing wreckage. The large boy looked behind his back through the smoke, "No way I'm going back in there, especially just 'cuz you want me to."
The pilot, who had gone back to cleaning the boy's wound, clicked on an icon on the scroll beside him and muttered under his breath "I'm on step 16 goin' on 17…do doo do do do doooo… I'll take care of you."
"Look, I need all the protection I can out here while I'm healing this kid up, with both you and Velvet out here, it'll help everybody out, so please...just do it"
The boy snorted, "moron," to the pilot then directed his unwanted attention at Velvet, "I see the freak survived." Velvet sighed quietly and shrunk closer to the pilot, away from the boy. The pilot noticed this and stopped performing on the boy whom he still did not the name of, he looked between the boy who was leaning against the tree trunk and Velvet.
He could see that they had history and he spoke up when he said
"Listen buddy, I don't know what you were able to get away with saying back at Beacon, but as of right now, where we are right now, it's either team up or get eaten so you don't say anything like THAT from now on…please?"
The boy stared at him, "FINE flyboy, you're the boss, but don't be surprised when she starts humping you're leg" he said while pushing off the tree and heading back to the bullhead. The pilot stopped what he was doing and snorted in shock at the boy's flippant remark, rolling his eyes before getting back to work.
Velvet, who had up to this point been nervously picking at the lock of her box-thingy, while still looking down at her feet said, "Actually, you probably wouldn't be eaten."
The pilot looked up at her.
Velvet continued and looked up at the pilot's face, "The Grimm don't often eat their human or faunus prey after they kill them."
The pilot listened to what she said then looked back to the blonde, who had by now stopped gushing blood. "Cool" he remarked uninterestedly.
Velvet sighed "just trying to lighten the mood", stood to stretch and spoke cooly to the pilot, "what's your name sir, I would rather call you something other than Pilot."
The man looked up, and for the first time in an hour or so stood up to talk to her, "call me Bob" he said with a smile and an outstretched hand. Velvet took the man's hand saying, "pleasure to meet you Bob" but did not let his hand go after that.
Velvet pulled on his hand, bringing him in close proximity and at her eyelevel, "its nice what you just did, standing up for me and all, but you don't need to do it again, let the idiot spew his hate and move on, no need bringing too much attention to it right now. I'll be gone in about three years now, anyways, so it doesn't really change anything either way."
The pilot was surprised at Velvet's grip and pull and his initial reaction complemented his surprise, but by the time Velvet stopped talking he was able to respond with respect and tact.
"I didn't do it for you, the more insults get thrown around the more the Grimm will be attracted to our crash and that's bad for everyone, its not all about you ya know?" Bob pulled back with a smile on his face, "however, that is a very mature outlook on bullying, so good on you for that."
Velvet's face went through a myriad of changes, going through surprise, dissapointment, and finally landing on straight understanding. "Thank you, Bob" she said with a bright smile.
After their pleasant exchange Bob the pilot sat back down in front of the bandaged head of the yet-to-be-named blonde kid, while Velvet still stood absentmindedly.
After a few seconds of waiting Velvet started to walk away, calling behind her, "I've got to go to the loo, don't die or be rescued while I'm gone."
Bob didn't say anything in response instead just raised a thumb in agreement while with his other hand zoomed in on the next step on the medical scroll.
After a few minutes and many medical procedural steps later, the brunette stumbled out of the sputtering flame pile that used to be the bullhead. He tromped over to Bob with a small bag of stuff over his shoulder, dropping it in front of the unconscious student in front of him.
"There, happy now, flyboy, my stuff is out of the wreck and I am in the open" he said mockingly.
Bob looked up at him, nodded and said, "thank you, now I just need you to keep watch until Velvet gets back, there are sure to be some Grimm coming by soon."