Oranges was beat, literally, several rounds of Iron Banner and getting slapped with a Nova Bomb had her joints creaking with each shakey step she took. She was itching for another round, one she could prove herself in, show that she was not scrap metal afterall, the term brought on by a not so nice Warlock during a scuffle. Oranges rounded the corner of the hall with her head down, sulking at her feet before she clumsily tripped over something or someone, landing with a audible clank. "Oof! ow!"
Saxton had been sitting in the hall, relaxing and enjoying some much needed down time. He had just returned from completing several missions and had handed in all his reports to the Vanguard. Everything had went well and now he wanted to enjoy this moment before heading back out again. He had his chest plate, shoulder armor and gauntlets off and in a pile to his left while his Helm sat infront of him, almost in the middle of the hall. This hallway had been quiet so he had decided to take a quick nap here. The Big Exos head was leaned back, optics closed and completely unaware of the others approach. Then the sudden noise of the other Guardian falling and the clatter of his helm woke him,quickly looking in the direction of the noise.
It was an Exo and they seemed to have tripped over his Helm. The 8' Titan hauled himself up and walked over to the fallen Exo, scooping his helm up as he went. When he reached the other Guardian, he asked "You alright? I probably should have kept my helm with the rest of my armor."
