As they made their way toward the training hall, Moon watched Oliver fall into step with them from the corner of his eye.
Knowing the hot-tempered warrior, Moon doubted he'd joined of his own conscious will. More likely, he'd been convinced to do so by someone, and the only one who could have managed that was their captain.
Mordecai seems to be a competent leader, Moon thought, noting the development with approval.
He read the situation and stepped in before it became a problem. Good instincts.
He filed the observation away. Had Oliver not joined them, Moon had already been planning to talk some sense into the man himself at a later point. He had no interest in letting bad blood fester within his team before the operation had even properly begun. Cohesion was survival, and a warrior who isolated himself was a liability to everyone. Fortunately, Mordecai had handled it for now, saving Moon the trouble.
