Waiting for the roiling nausea wave to pass, Ken slowly righted himself. That girl who had 'rescued' him. He wanted to know how her abilities worked. Something like that could be very interesting if it could somehow be manipulated. It was his ultimate goal on Ignis as well. Learn how to control and manipulate her abilities. Since both Ken's and her abilities were born of energy, it stood to reason that there could be some logical leap to cross-collusion between the forces. But for now, there was the situation at hand. Ken Vector had quietly followed along behind the group, deliberately not drawing attention to himself for once. He had an idea in his head. A half baked one admittedly, but half a plan was better than none. So he followed along. He didn't bat an eye at the death and carnage that had met him as they went through the breach. Those too inferior and insignificant to live deserve their fate of death. Death was the ultimate insult as far as he was concerned. Morons. Bending down, he scooped up a gun from one of the fallen humans. Seemed like a standard pistol of sorts. Hiding behind cover, he sat there, careful to make sure no extremities were showing. A fire-fight like this was beneath him. Why dirty himself and mar himself with plebian weapons. He would let the other handle and deal with this, and then walk on the path they cleared for him. It was their right, no, their job, to facilitate this escape for him. He would do no such thing as make himself so base and vile as to stoop to their level. Firefights were for grunts.