Everything about the way the Inquisition operated made Rodrick's skin crawl. Though a devout and faithful man, only the most cruel would send their followers so blindly into a place without so much as a warning or at least some indication as to what lies ahead. Yet, sworn to his duty -and to his faith- Rodrick lowered his weapon quietly as the man asked, yet remaining to eye the needles for some time to come. As his focus slowly shifted to the cadaver of which the Interrogator, the priest gave a brief pause.

	"You say this man's lung was replaced by a storage unit... Storage for what? Was there anything in the compartment at the time of his bodies retrieval? Any materials native to this planet, or rather would one obtain such here? Be that this technology is blasphemous, we should have a reasonable idea of who may have provided the parts necessary for this- abominable work."

		As his questions began to pour forth, he couldn't help but eye the body further. Truth be told, this wasn't his first corpse, but it was truly a gruesome sight to behold. Torn apart by wild beasts is one thing... To see the dead so violated is another. Idly, the priest would holster his pistol as his hand now slid into his pocket, thumbing over the hidden trinket that resided there. Though nothing much to speak of, this wooden carving provided subtle comfort as he attempted to remain steadfast.

[hr]
>Regain composure
>Question Interrogator
>Inspect corpse