As the Krieger spoke of Shotguns, the Arbites was just cleaning his own. Herold did it more out of habit and for something to do than boredom. All of this talk of heavy firepower made him have the...suspicion that it would be needed at some point. He had to agree with the Death Korp Trooper that if you didn't have the strength to hold a bolter (or the money) a Combat Shotgun in close quarters would solve whatever problem you had very quickly. 

He had not realized that the Inquisition had gathered so many weapon enthusiasts. A sniper lascanon? He'd used a 'Longlas' in training, but never imagined why something such as that would be needed in a much bigger variant. Perhaps if some Xenos or Rebel had a particularly large organic unit far away, or he supposed a mechanical one that could have it's cockpit/power supply damaged. Herold let out a grunt, what he considered a small snort of laughter, at the fact had forgotten what it was like to be surrounded by anyone other than citizens begging for mercy or innocence. 

He finished cleaning his Combat Shotgun, and began reloading it. "Are we [i]expecting[/i] a house raid?" he asked grimly. He wasn't one to question an Inquisitor, but so far he had not seen evidence of this Inquisitor and he would like to know the reason they were to break down someone's door. Not that he had any qualms about it, but he was here to uphold the law, not abuse it, unless needed to uphold a higher Imperial truth. He finished reloaded and closed the chamber of his Combat Shotgun with an audible and intimidating 'snap.'