Arsenio sat back and soaked in the verbal abuse with a masochistic sense of delight. Not only had the captain called him a 'creepy little fuck', he had even chided him for considering his former teammates weak. The suicide bombing, however, unsettled Arsenio a little bit. He was sure they were ZAFT, but ZAFT should never resort to that kind of tactic for several reasons. Throughout history, suicide bombing has always been a tactic of fear and desperation, if a side had an advantage, no amount of raw hatred could push someone to perform such an act, it was only something resorted to when the chips were down, when one was at a disadvantage, and ZAFT was in no such position. ZAFT, being entirely populated by Coordinators, valued their individuality and thought very highly of themselves, suicide bombing was carried out by people who say themselves as expendable, which Coordinators in general, did not, especially not ZAFT coordinators, who had been fed pro-coordinator, anti-natural propaganda. So maybe ZAFT didn't carry out this attack after all, or the commander was a fool or madman.

When the politicians came on, Arsenio put his face on the table and put his hands over his head, groaning audibly. Here, truly were the weakest human beings in existence, people of no true talent or value who had risen to power and now lorded over the rest. They had no business here and Arsenio would try as much as he could in his passive aggressive manner to make it apparent that they were unwelcome by 'accidentally' ignoring them or not hearing them, or 'accidentally' making noise like coughing in order to interrupt them when they were speaking. They asked a completely inane question to see if anyone recognized the attackers, to which Arsenio was about to point out as a dumb question to make the politicians look stupid when Dr. Stone's supposed nephew spoke up. A curious incident.

Arsenio looked up from the table and smiled in a friendly manner which was in complete opposition to what he was about to do, "Most people would simply say they didn't recognize anyone, but you just described specifically the hair of someone you didn't know. That seems...unusually specific, or perhaps...intentionally misleading...? Any other features you'd like to point out?" Arsenio continued to smile as if he had simply been asking someone their favorite flavor of ice cream. His heightened senses alerted him that something wasn't right, and his experience with games, particularly those requiring bluffing, made him realize something was fishy about the man's statement.