While the Warpsmith patched himself up and they squabbled over their shares of the augmatics and tools that the sniper had not laid claim to, Atreides kept to the shadows, rifle already reloaded and waiting for the other two to finish up with their plotting and scheming. The plan to use the facilities on board the ship was a smart one, so he made no protest to it, instead merely helping shift the bodies and, when the time came, fell into the shadows surrounding the two of the more obvious of the three man group, moving to hear out this rather interesting message that came from the Princeling. Well, that was a new and interesting situation. Surrender? Not the most tactful of demands, but this ship and its warlord were done, and it was probably high time he moved on anyways. So, if this prince indeed had his own ship, and wasn't some puppet, and use for a renegade sniper, then he would have no problem with an arrangement being made. The exchange between the Apostate and Warpsmith, while entertaining from some perspectives, meant nothing to the sniper either, who took some time to snoop around and found nothing of note, instead sticking to the shadows, determined to remain out of sight of this escort of hers, who had now encompassed the Warpsmith and the other fellow as well. Atreides would keep his element of surprise as long as possible, since that alone could win wars, let alone battles and instant moments of transient, but very real, violence.