Conrat looked to the two who had sat next to him. They were both strange in their own ways to say the least. Conrat couldn't accurately describe, Joe, he was like nothing he had ever seen. I mean tight clothing was one thing, but this was another. He was friendly enough though, and, as if Joe's suggestion was a command, Conrat slouched ever so slightly in his seat and crossed his arms. Ed was different, he looked normal enough, if a bit scruffy, but it would have been a bit hypocritical for Conrat to even mention that, let alone take it into account. His strangeness came from the incident earlier, of which Conrat only caught a glance at.

Conrat jolted in his seat as the unfamiliar sound of a gun echoed through the room. He immediately straightened up, grabbed his sword and had unsheathed it halfway before The Presence began speaking again. He quickly put his sword on the ground, he was no longer embarrassed or anxious, he was on edge. The Presence seemed to have the base on lockdown, and no doubt with weapons like that this would be a tough, near impossible fight if this was a trap. 

He kept his back straight, Joe's suggestion of relaxing would fall on deaf ears after that kind of shock. The Presence spoke like a noble, Conrat had met once. He was a ponce to say the least, and actually confessed to be a paedophile after his army had been defeated by the Demon Army. The promise of riches and bloodshed was nice enough, but Conrat didn't take the demand for 'obedience' very well. Obedience was something he gave to those he respected, and someone who couldn't even face a team they'd assembled was not someone he respected.