Subtle changes in his expression occurred as he listened -- the mild twitch at the corner of his lips when 'Ninety-Nine' was mentioned, the small crease indented between his eyebrows when 'Regs' was switched out and explained, the comparison evident (if the name 'Bad Batch' wasn't a big enough hint already) and accepted easily since it was her time to speak.

The ARC Trooper leaned forward, resting his hands on his thighs as his gaze followed the lines the stick left behind in the snow. He followed mission briefings and strategies in a similar fashion, only this time taking in the scant details of the faces Omega drew. Each one appeared to fit their respective descriptions, his own smile brief before it fell back into a neutral mask.

His fingers curled into his palm, refraining from reaching up to touch the scar that was now partially hidden on the side of his temple. "Wasn't he with the squad?"