She curled up tightly in a chair in the corner to listen carefully to his story. If the words left any impact at all it didn't show much on her face. Sebastian's threats of a terrible death were only met with her cold emotionless stare. She had said anything nor made any noise whatsoever since walking in on him. Brooklyn turned her gaze away from him slowly and examined the shiny new band freshly clamped around her wrist. There was no excitement around the device. Though she had thought there should be, at the moment it was reduced to a tool. While Killian and Sebastian spoke among themselves about what the alien had discovered about their mission she fiddled with the device and figured out it's intricacies rather quickly. Before long she had registered her ammunition and pistol. The other available slots she would save for when things more useful or devastating came along. Tools, medical items, explosives maybe. She would figure it out when it came to her.

Disturbing images of death and torture made their rounds through her mind over and over and over and over. She thought of the templars and of the screaming child, the gore, the sadness. For a moment she wondered if she would ever get to know what burning flesh smelled like as the sight of his face made it's way through again. She wondered how people found it so easy to bring such horror down on each other. Brooklyn frowned. She had picked out a gun and bullets based on the fact that they could turn a human body into chunks with a few well placed shots. She helped develop things that could bake a man's insides. Again the vivid mental illustrations she had given the story came back around from beginning to finish. Each time the disturbance she felt faded away.

People like her helped people like that. All her conviction that this journey was a streak of terrible luck, that she did not deserve it and that she was innocent crumbled away. Her innocence had been wiped away the moment she cast her lot in with the warmongers. If she died slowly it would be deserved. She belonged here with the monsters and murderers... Templars, soldiers, mercenaries... They all belonged here. Her throat clenched and she swallowed hard trying to shove the feeling away. She tried to breathe and stay calm. She didn't want anybody to see her anymore. Pathetic, disgusting, vile... were the only kinds of words she could think of. A tear escaped her eyes and she immediately wiped it away in anger then stood up.

"Killian," she tried to speak clearly and confidently though her voice was hoarse and cracked, "Thank you for everything, really. It's more than I could have possibly asked for. Sebastian, we should get going. We have work to do." With that she bowed slightly toward their host and walked out the door.

Several blocks away from the shop Brooklyn looked up at Sebastian's face for the first time since before leaving. She glared at the facade as it may have well been invisible now. There was no seeing it anymore.

"I like your real face better," she said quietly, "The mask doesn't suit you."