It was easy to see that among the squawking and pissing contests, Ogun was disinterested. In fact, he was apathetic to the fate of the others save for Parin and Mirri. As he picked up his arm, carrying it almost like a club, he started to examine it for himself. The seperation was clean, as if cut by a laser. It was obviously torn off during his passage through space-time. Why it didn't occur to the other travelers though was a mystery. Placing it back in its rightful place he determined that there was no lost material between the arm and shoulder before he slung the arm over his shoulder and started to walk toward the two captains vying for dominance. There was murmering among the crew as he passed by, those in his way scrambled off while the more curious leaned in for closer looks. His movements were fluid, with purpose. Coming up behind the captain of the ship, his steps were like sledgehammers against the wood of the ship. The heaviness of his form was evident, one could feel him approach through the wood before the dull thumping of his feet crashed into the wood.<br/><br/>Stepping around the captains in their standoff, whatever light the moon and stars shone upon them were suddenly blocked by the shadow he cast. His weapon gleamed viciously in the silver light and his armor more so. W'ineton's body was bolstered by her potion but he could sense the fatigue and stress. It was intelligent of her to mask this during her bout of vocal sparring. The man was rested, he was also not to be taken lightly. The Aviari child from earlier, the one that had fiddled with his arm suddenly found herself once again being looked down by the metal giant. To him, she was so tiny. It reminded him of Parin. Giving her a wide berth so as not to spook her further, Ogun reclaimed his place behind Parin. His voice rung out like streams of lightning, piercing and steady, before the volume decreased to more bearable levels. The teleportation must have messed with his volume as well as his arm.<br/><br/>"MS. PARIN SPEAKS intelligently. Darion and W'ineton should negotiate the terms of our cohabitation in private. The presence of a crowd leads to unnecessary shows of dominance and irrational action. The others are in need of diagnostics and sleep so that they may be in better form later. As to the command of disarming, unfortunately I must disobey for I am not to be without my weapon. For the sake of peaceful cooperation I do consent to staying under the watchful eye of a guard and I make an oath to not draw my weapons unless under extraordinary circumstance."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>