Ben gingerly put his glove back on his hand, not wishing to harm the more delicate machinery in the knuckles. With the glove on, Ben flexed his hand a few times, and satisfied with the results, returned to the living room to watch the footage of the gallery raid. He watched intently, thinking about his movements. Those that had been critical to his survival, and those that had been superfluous or unnecessary and putting him at risk. Ben looked at the sleeping psyker. Amateur. One fight and asleep. When he turned back to watch the recording, he found the skull was in a vent system. He was a bit disappointed that he couldn't continue watching the fight, and see what else he had done in the fight that he didn't need to. The skull watched three cultists. Blue and purple robes meant nothing to Ben, and he looked at the weapons. A strange spear he wasn't familiar with. The boy had a pistol. He watched the rest of the interaction with mild interest, until he saw the gold mask. Easy to identify. Woman. Boy. Tall...woman. The Inquisitor and the Sister entered the room with a pie. A rather homely couple. Ben looked up and watched as the clip ended. He was then taken by a wave of discomfort, and he dryheaved once loudly. He brought his real hand to his mouth, and steadied himself. It was at this time, the Inquisitor mentioned a brothel burning down, which the sister seemed fine with as long as she could see it. Ben gathered himself as the Psyker and Sister exchanged pleasantries over pie, the conversation going until the psyker looked sick. Everyone started to ask her about her health, which meant Ben wasn't going to bother her with anymore asking about it. Instead he listened as Zhevon issued some orders, and the small squad was getting ready to move out again. Ben checked his various weapons and his medical kit to make sure he was ready. Once he was, he retrieved a compact power pack from the box of ammo, and slid it into the gun. Ben walked back to the group. "[color=aba000]Well. Lets get this over with.[/color]"