There was something, for anyone with a particular facility for reading body language, likely amounting to the Wych and the translator, that suggested a certain light amusement in the shift of Neremeth's bearing when the word clandestine was used in connotation with their group.<br/><br/>He leaned and cradled the mandolin into one arm as he listened to what was being described as a warehouse full of pirates, then dabbed a finger into a drink before him, keeping a melody going even as he played one handed now, the motions of it blurred all along its full extent to maintain the music, pressing on frets and moving faster than they could lift back to play out other notes under their influence, which now in quick plucking had the very slight suggestion of laughter.<br/><br/>With a wetted finger, he pointed to the space marine, then spelled out on the table in the liquid, "Overkill". Though he was working in wine, the script was elegant and precisely shaped all the same.<br/><br/>Then pointed to himself, and spelled out again "Overkill".<br/><br/>Then to the Wych, and a third time "Overkill".<br/><br/>Then shrugged, paused, and shaped out a question mark underneath the repetition, to render things both statement and question as to the why for all three of them. Or even one or two. It seemed to imply something particularly heavy in the words heavy resistance.<br/><br/>And since he had the hand free, pointed it to the map display, after taking in the placement of any vents, and gestured up slightly, as if asking for some slight zoom back out to the surrounding buildings. Another pause and point to the question mark, to emphasize it as a request.<br/><br/><br/>