[With a firm shake of Connor's hand, Cayde nods once before letting go and wandering back a few steps towards the treeline. Both browplates raise before he makes a grand gesture with arm, inviting his new acquaintance to follow.]

Back at you, Connor.

[He stretches for a moment, as if trying to work out any kinks in his system. It's doesn't really do anything, he doesn't have joints to crack persay, but it's more of a ingrained behaviour than anything else.]

C'mon then. You think they have food and stuff at that place? Think I could really go for a drink.

[And with that he's off, seemingly without a care in the world.]