[u]Henry[/u]

 He wasn't sure if he had imagined it, if perhaps he had just caught things from the wrong angle, but as he and Kenna appraoched Henry swore he spotted Church looking, well...looking lost in his own thoughts. It wasn't as if he'd know the other Runner for an extensive period of time, but it made him feel a little perplexed all the same. The man might have pondered on it more, but his thoughts were instantly bowled over by the presentation of a data-pad. Whereas others might have given it a quick skim to search for the important parts, Henry made sure to give the whole thing a thorough reading.

It wasn't so much the idea of potentially murderous cultists coming after him with sharp pointy things that scared Henry, rather more it was the concept of going back down [i]there[/i]. To a place full of the lifeless living, a place he'd once been firmly stuck in. A swirl of concerns swept through his brain. What if the place dragged him back in? What if someone recognised his face? What if he ran into his family? He hadn't realised it but Henry completely spaced out, his eyes glazing over slightly. When he did finally snap out of it the man just simply handed the data-pad along slowly and distracted himself by listening to the others.

 The last thing he wanted to do was give them reason to doubt him. To help in the task of distraction, Henry began to make sure his crowbar was firmly in place and all his attire properly tied or buttoned. But it wasn't just the group at large he had to reassure. Now he had to appear strong for Kenna. If she looked to him for confidence and found him wanting it could ruin what he'd said earlier. Henry hadn't really thought this whole thing through.

 Now he actually had to act as if he was braver. No easy task.