Jenten leans his head to the side, watching Raice.  "Maybe it's not such a great idea to go shoving hands into thier pockets.  You may or may not have noticed... but these guys use alot of syringes."  He puts his hands in his pockets, looping his thumbs through the handles of the punching daggers.  "Not to mention, there may be traps."<br/><br/>He frowned.  Now that the situation had died down slightly, he had time to let his mind wander- it seemed to fix immediatley on Seraph.<br/><br/>No- not on Seraph... but on something connected to him.  "The eye..."  He muttered.  Something seemed to be edged into his mind.  He felt a sudden need to go back to the SEM base... gather his things.  Especially.. something important.  He was forgetting.<br/><br/>He shakes his head, bringing himself back to the current situation.  "Who's highest ranking here?  We need someone to take charge.  I've only just joined with you guys, and it wouldn't be right for me to take charge... not to mention- and this is not said with any racial bias- but some of the others might not trust a fur in command."<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"S-sorry..."  Karogen says as he's corrected by Halvorson.  "Just... not used to any of this at all..." He shakes his head, going down into the grate, then leaned forward to take the old man as Halvorson lowered him down.<br/><br/>He wanted to apologize to everyone, but knew now wasn't the time.  They had come to save him, and he had probably caused nothing but annoyances with his inexperience in working with any sort of team.  So instead, he held his tounge.  Apologies could come later, when they were safe.  He would also demand Lenten apologize to them- there was no reason, in a tactical sense, to have Karogen rescued.  The reasons would have to have been entirely personal.