'Benjamin' nodded politely to Callie about having his brain picked later, and tagged along. He understood they wanted to know him better, though he could not help staying alert. 

Having sat down with the group, 'Benjamin' shifted uncomfortably at the fact that he was filthy around a dinner table. He spent two seconds adapting to the fact that they all were though, and that they were in fact in a casual diner. With a sudden relief he decided there was no need for finesse. He listened keenly to Callie. 'Benjamin' sat across from her, and found comfort in the respectful distance the volunteers gave each other around the table. It was an odd bunch, but a bunch that caught his curiosity in many ways. 

 
After Callie had talked tactics with the sword wielding members, the calculated raven hair leaned back relaxed and chuckled softly amused while spinning his gleaming black finger knife in his right hand. He was finally opening up, and said friendly [color=007236]"I must admit, I did feel a little intimidated when you summoned all of your grand weapons."[/color] He thought some humor might break the ice, and seemingly found just as much companionship or comfort in his Noble Arm as Callie, and possibly others, did. The Daft Punk fan spun the knife around once more as easily as if it was part of him, and said [color=007236]"All I got is little Marble, here."[/color] With his left elbow relaxed on the back of his chair 'Benjamin' smiled sheepishly, and opened his right palm so they could better see the shimmering black finger knife. Shaped to his hand, and sensually deadly with its sharp curves and hidden functions.
The agent awaited the group's response to his humble entry to the conversation.