Zhevon took the rod from Ben and mentioned that it can cause brain damage. I suppose he'd concede the point that just keeping it on would be bad. Ben nodded to Zhevon's orders to head to the safehouse, and proceeded to the transport, getting in. Much nicer than the APC's they used on Armageddon. Ben holstered his pistol, and looked at the ginger ale. He eventually would open a bottle, and sip at it, craving some water instead.

Ben rested his head back against the seat and closed his eye, wanting to sleep, but not actually tired. He stayed like this until his twitching hand caught his attention. Ben looked at his metal hand as the finger twitched occasionally. He assumed he had damaged some of the finer circuitry when he punched the statue. He'd have to have it repaired at some point. 

The newcomer spoke. "[color=00aeef]Since I am here though, we should get to know each other. I am Aviza Niskaru of the Adeptus Sororitas, Bloody Rose.[/color]"

Ben sniffled and looked at her, he hadn't been paying a lot of attention to her after the fight. He nodded to her. "[color=aba000]Ben. Or Sergeant Duren. I'll respond to either.[/color]" Ben gestured to his bionic eye and the surrounding scar tissue. "[color=aba000]5 Years on Armageddon.[/color]" He didn't mention his metal legs in their boots, or his bionic arm covered by coat and glove, but if she figured it out, so be it.