North's made his way around to an outskirt of the fight, eyes up for allies cut off and in need of an escort or bail out of a tight spot. A pair of soldiers in power armor definitely don't fit the bill. But one of them, North knows from the first glance through his thermals, and that makes him certain enough that his companion is an ally too.

The halls are a disaster, but there's enough redundancy to loop around quietly, call over once he's a corner away, a wry grin in his voice.

"Hey, Maine. Who's you new friend, there?"