Argos waits one moment, his attention still focused outwards. It's nothing against Aegis--and he will address his thanks in a moment--it's just not in Argos' nature to relax so readily. He doesn't want to get caught celebrating too early, but... it becomes quite apparent quite quickly that whatever Hiveforces have been occupying this particular area have been devastated. The Guardian holsters his hand cannon and re-secures his fusion rife across his back, then turns to face the other Titan. He clasps the offered hand with a strong grip.

"Argosy-3; I go simply by Argos. And I share the sentiment. Few things cut down enemy clusters like a well-placed Fist of Havoc. You been fighting out here for awhile?"