The Soldier remained in his position, his scope sweeping the area for signs of movement that wasn't a breeze shifting the bushes and trees lightly. There was no one alive on the grounds, but he would wait them out all the same. He assumed that if the bodies needed to be checked for final death that his Commander would do the honour while he covered the more open position.

Yet, his tune continued, and he couldn't place it nor did he stop it once it had begun. He didn't think that he had ever made that kind of noise before, deep in his throat with a soft rhythm that made him tap the toe of his boot lightly on the roof where he was laying. He wasn't ordered to be quiet, which was perhaps the most surprising of all.

He glanced slightly towards the stars above but more to tell how much time had passed than because he wanted to watch them alone. He had no interest in that, and his patience for the word of his Commander was everlasting. "There is only dead to greet you on the grounds, Commander. All is quiet. Orders?"