"Rene," Solae's visage brightened as he re-entered the room absent the morally bankrupt sobbing mess of a woman he had escorted out. The marquise herself was unaware as to the subtle change in her disposition but the butler, who was a third party with nothing else to do but quietly observe, watched them quietly with mounting suspicions there was more to their relationship than a mutual desire to survive. His gaze flitted back and forth between the pair. Were they as emotionally entangled as their body language led him to believe cooperation was truly the best course of action. Even if he managed to escape- which would not benefit him as much as staying- there was little more terrifying than a man or woman avenging their consort.

"The gentleman here, sir..." she paused, frowning slightly as she realized she had not asked his name.

"Kent Xavier Lis," he intoned helpfully.

"Sir Kent," she said, using an honorific despite their temporary companion deserving no such title, "has agreed to assist us before we depart. The cargo ship won't be here until shortly before ten when there is a shift change. We'll need to gather some supplies for travel before then, as well as eat, so there is plenty to do to keep us busy." Solae rose from her seat and wandered over towards the screen displaying a scrolling list of auction bids as well as the slave Syshin that had been freed from the plantation. "You're injured, so I propose that Sir Kent can enlist some of the Syshin to aid in dinner preparation, while the others help you with packing for the journey, while I will purge what I can from the system with Argon's help. I don't want anyone looking for the Syshin and I made a promise to Sir Kent he would be compensated for his assistance."

The butler looked nervous as this was relayed to Rene. As casually as Solae had presented paying him a vast sum of money to keep his mouth shut he had no illusions as to what sort of person this made him. Imperial Marines were rumored to be deranged in every sense of the word but they still had a code to uphold. Not only that, he had already bore witness to Rene showing more principals than the entire plantation combined. Kent did not want to walk away from the wealth nor did he want Rene to grow incensed if he disagreed with the ethical implications of the reward.

"They have a Rev Chamber," he blurted out.

"Sorry?" Solae said as she turned. Revitalization Chambers, or Rev Chambers as they were more colloquially called, were specially designed human-sized capsules outfitted with the cutting edge of medical technology. They could not bring back one from the dead nor could they cure genetic disease or defect, but they were commonly utilized by the upper echelons of the military to quickly mend the wounds of war heroes so that they could survive to become propaganda. They were outlawed for civilian use, not that the nobility particularly cared- they weren't in the business of sustaining bodily harm, just social. Additionally, even if they were successful in their petition for the equipment, an elite was not attacked and left to be able to crawl to safety.

"It's a dangerous business," Kent added lamely but looked towards Rene to understand the impact and provide explanation. "It only fits one at a time and isn't calibrated for Syshin," he reluctantly advised as he talked to the heavily armed male.

"Argon is this... Rev Chamber operational?" Solae asked before she realized that she had turned off his auditory monitors of the room with her last order. Cursing to herself she leaned over a console attached to the center display and typed instructors to the system to resume all functions inside the Command Center.

"Is the 'Rev Chamber' operational?" she asked a second time stumbling over herself slightly. She could surmise from the name what it might do but she had never heard of much less laid eyes on such an item in her lifetime. Both her parents had been great admirers of the arts because that was what was expected of someone of their social status. Following inventions that did not apply to their lifestyle and would not be considered 'fashionable' was not even relayed to them in their very select news feeds.

"Yes, Solae Falia, the Revitalization Chamber is online and functional. It was last accessed 5 hours, 34 minutes, and 27 seconds ago. Would you like me to run a diagnostic to determine its efficacy?" Argon offered.