Fives hums in something like understanding. "Working together as a Pack-" He grins a little haplessly. "It's amazing. It's the best thing." It's one of the few things he misses about their life Before. There's not much call for them to work together like that, all part of a greater whole, focused on the same objecting and instinctively supporting each other.

"They're gorgeous, and I can believe that about their speed. I saw one kill a pigeon in midflight last week, it just... came out of nowhere." He turns to grin at the General, almost bouncing on the balls of his feet. "It must be amazing to fly. Really fly, not in a chopper or a plane, but out in the air, using your own muscles, feeling the wind. I think parachuting's kind of the same." He'd loved HALO drops, feeling the wind rushing past, the breathless anticipation of that one, precise moment when you had to open your chute, because if you were early you'd be a target and if you were late you'd be a smear.