Henry took to the technology lessons well enough, with the education he'd received while working for the Followers. He found the idea of microwaves a bit strange, but was glad that hot food wouldn't be a scarcity for once. The briefing about their first destination got him curious, though, and he wondered if the Confederacy was the same one his World's Union had beat hundreds of years ago. He'd found out he was right, too, and that boiled his blood. Goddamn traitors and slavers didn't deserve a world to rule. His skin was no problem, but he figured it would be a good idea to keep his Catholic and Irish roots discrete.

What had made him uncomfortable, though, was the girl. Ursula was her name, but she called herself "The Scythian" too. The big man's cheeks had gone dark red when he noticed her, and just how pretty she was, and he was glad for once that his face was dirty enough to keep from being too obvious. She seemed tough, too, which was just fine by him. He hoped she wouldn't get into much trouble here, having to hide her skin like she would here. If she did...well, that was what he kept The Boomstick for. And that fancy new keyblade of his.

"Well...this oughta be an extra special kinda fun." He drawled, checking the straps and belt on his leather armor one last time. "Hopin' I gonna hafta use any of my buckshot here."