The boy seemed too absorbed in his work to answer Seb's question, so he shrugged and turned his attention back to the surrounding area. Before long, his ears perk up at Irving hollering away to get inside. Rising to his full 7' height, he shakes the excess water from his fur before moving past the boy to the edge of the roof.
"Looks like we're off. Don't make me carry you inside."
He wasn't too sure what that kid's deal was, since he seemed out of place in a mercenary company, and Seb didn't recall seeing him around the compound before this mission.
Inside, Seb drapes a towel over his broad shoulders to dry off. Others may catch the scent of wet dog as he moves about the interior. Reaching for his hip flask, he notes that it's very light, and only manages a light swig of the contents. Damn. Almost forgot. He makes his way to the kitchen and begins to boil some water in a battered teapot, hoping nobody else has used it as he asked. Otherwise, there may be some sick people soon enough.