Turok found a seat, hunching down to position himself with elbows on the table, chin resting on his large knuckles. He took his Stoner LMG off from around his waste which had a strap. Placing the weapon leaning against the side of his seat, he also put his helmet which he was carrying from his hand into his lap. Awaiting further debriefing whilst staring into space. Turok wasn't the kind of guy to look around and check faces.