"You think I'd actually use it, even if you gave me one?" Johte shot back, but he did give Procion a firm handshake, his own palm large and warm and mildly callused, before withdrawing his hand to pull on his gauntlets again.  Then he glanced around and exhaled a sigh, hands dropping to his hips, mumbling," Might as well get some work done while we're trapped in here," before bending over to rifle through his satchel.<br/><br/>A handful of tubes clicking together in his hand, Johte turned and moved toward the tumble of stones from the fallen column, climbing atop one and peering down until he saw the corpse of one of the rakghouls that had been shattered against the wall.  A few feet away lay another, blackened and stinking, fried by Procion's lightning. He hopped down from the stones and crouched over the rakghoul, then shoved the end of one of the cylinders into its flesh, where the little device began to whirr and fill with a dark, viscous fluid.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>