Lobo simply snorted and sipped at his coffee some more while he listened to Han intently. The fact that the Padre was not taking this seriously was definitely an issue but at the same time it really was not all that surprising. As much as he respected the man, he had a tendency to walk around with his guard down like everything was okay and he was untouchable. Even as his men were slaughtered the man seemed carefree. When he had first joined he thought it was because the man was so dedicated to his faith he felt God was always watching him. He knew better now, these days he felt that the Padre needed to wise up and be more cautious. The last thing everyone needed was for him to be the one who would end up with a broken neck, dumped in the middle of a lake. However, on the other hand, who would take someone considered â€˜Proâ€™ seriously?<br/><br/>In his opinion whoever these people were seemed to be looking for attention and they unfortunately decided to poke at the wrong people. A few people came to mind that could possibly make quick work of them.<br/><br/>For the past few months those he trained seemed to be doing well but there were a few that definitely stood out. Briefly, he wondered how useful they would be on a mission like this; in a way it would be their first real test to prove whether or not they were actually worth keeping around. So far they have shown him that they were extremely dedicated to the Brotherhood, that they were prepared to die for it, but he still had some doubts. Doubts were inevitable whenever he trained someone since he felt it was necessary to set certain expectations. While some may prove loyal others were hesitant; he would need to set up a team that was balanced and helped each other out. With that in mind, it was easy to set up, mentally, a group who would be suitable for looking into this.<br/><br/>â€œOnly five come to mind that would be of use to you and have been itching to prove themselves as one of His children,â€ he told Han in a neutral tone, proceeding to name off said five. There was one in particular he had high hopes for, a woman named Amy. Amy might have been the only female in the mentioned group but he has seen her in action and she had great potential and it should be mentioned that nobody seemed to pull their weight like she did during training. The men would be eating her dust soon if they didnâ€™t get their asses in gear, using her own words spoken to him about three weeks ago when he praised her and a few others for their good job. She was definitely devoted, extremely motivated because of that, and proved to be very valuable indeed.<br/><br/>That being said she could also be a bit of a handful, he wondered how well Azrael would keep up with her, hoping that the others would be able to as well.<br/><br/>Crushing the now empty coffee cup in his hand, Lobo placed it on the table and then leaned back in his chair. â€œIâ€™m sure that not only Amy will do well, but Isaac as well. If not, inform me and then Iâ€™ll figure something out.â€ In the way he spoke it was evident that he had high hopes for those two. Now usually this was where someone would say â€˜whatâ€™s our plan of actionâ€™ or â€˜how many more will you need?â€™ or perhaps something else along those lines but he stuck to his usual self and didnâ€™t ask any questions or say more than he felt necessary.