Khopesh woke up, groggily, to all the commotion. The first thing he noticed that he was on straw, then he noticed the rather rustic interior design. Then the old man sitting. He sat himself up and patted himself down, his exos was still there, belt, but he was missing his rifle and his pistol holster was empty. This was no time to be humorous, but he didn't detect any threat either. He scanned the room, finding several of his fellow mercenaries, his eyes stopped at one of the more recent recruits. Khopesh couldn't remember her name, he thought for a second, then decided to just leave it. [b]"You there, rookie, could you get me my rifle and pistol?"[/b] He asked, his faceplate shifted from the blue skull and then displayed silhouettes of his weapons.