The tactician in him makes note that their skills are complementary. If he needs someone to go in with him later, this man could be a good candidate.

Perceptive, too.

Basch gives a low laugh, attention finally going to his conversation companion. "Been a long time since I had any dreams of glory. Rather wish it would stay away, honestly." His face dips briefly, though, thoughts to Larsa, to the others undoubtedly afflicted. "Personal, and worried about the far-reaching consequences if there isn't a cure soon." Destabilization, panic, war.