[h3]Cole Cerus[/h3]
Cole, unlike most of his companions, stayed quiet throughout the time they arrived at the safehouse. Barely saying a word or interacting with Andromedai or anyone else. Almost like he was not even there, and this suited him. Cole was not a man of many words, choosing to speak when he wanted to, and he did not feel the need. While this would surely make him seem distant to Andromedai and his companions. This is just who he is and Cole doubts that anyone could change that. Still, he is bound to make some form of chat with his fellows sooner or later.    

Then it came time for Andromedai to give them a tour of the safehouse. Cole nodded and got up from his chair. Following her without making a sound and silently watched. Noting that the interior seemed to him like something that would be on a Free Trader ship. Not saying that is bad but looked like a nice change of pace from what he is used to. The art though that lined the walls was interesting. He was not a fan of art but found some that caught his eye. Though some of it well.. off is not the right word. Bizarre was the right word, and he cocked his head to the side while looking at one. When Andromedai said that it was artwork that she had collected. Cole could only think that Andromedai had some... peculiar tastes in that case. 

The next stop was the medical wing. Cole found it reassuring that someone would be fixing up their wounds if harm came to them. He could not help to remember the last doc that worked on him after a particularly fierce engagement with Orks. Nearly sawed his arm off even though his arm was still fixable. Cole shuttered at the thought of convincing her not to saw off his arm. Sure he could get a new prosthetic and continue fighting unfazed, but he was not ready to give up on his flesh. Hopefully, this doc is not as saw-happy, and Cole will not have any problems with her.

Now they came to the armory and the other rooms. Everything seemed up to standard for him, and when it came to the last room. A pool with a bar and a garden. Cole was amazed by this, a pool with a bar? This is a welcome surprise though he was not sure that he would even dive into the pool. The bar probably when it came down to it and the garden. It could be a good place to relax in silence even though he would be more comfortable if it were not outside the safehouse. The point of a safehouse is to hide people, and having outdoor rooms seemed unwise. Even with Andromedai assured that the security system would still be effective here. However, it is not his place to judge Andromedai for this. She is his boss and an Inquisitor at that. Better to trust in her judgment, and if she thinks that this is safe, then it is safe. 

Once the tour was over and Andromedai freed them to do whatever for three hours before being recalled to the living room. Cole headed straight to the armory. He needed to perform maintenance for his weapons for some time and now seem like the perfect time to do it. Finding that he was not alone and Stukov was in the armory doing his own business. Cole gave a friendly nod before finding a spare bench and putting down his lasgun. Here Cole would spend his time performing maintenance and making sure that his weapons worked well. Along with checking out what else the armory had. If Stukov wished to speak to Cole at all, he would not object to talking and, if not. Then that would suit Cole fine.