Cain listened quietly while the Captain gave her statement. It wasn't his nature to peer in on other's thoughts but with such personalities as those in the Officer's Mess, their surface thoughts touched him instead of the other way around. Syn dove into her meal and when little meaty and bloody bits flew his direction, he casually collected them in midair and redeposited them to her plate, "I know you enjoy your steak, dearie, but try to be a little more graceful next time."<br/><br/>His own steak was grilled to medium rare perfection and he savoured each bite. "I'm all for a smash and grab, Captain, but I suggest those that go ashore be held in the cargo bay with the loot this time, until we sort it out. Also, the lesser crew should be paid in thrones this time as well, I don't need to remind you of that daemon cult that formed around that Cube from the last time we did a raid like this." That Cube had been scary business and caught in the nick of time. Fully one hundred scum crew in the lower holds had been consumed or tainted by Chaos and instead of fighting, the smart Captain simply jettisoned the compartment into the nearest star. Still, the conversion rate was astonishingly quick. If the Navigator hadn't mentioned a warp haze before the jump, Cain was pretty sure the ship would have been turned to the Eye of Terror, everyone on board, corrupted.<br/><br/>"I assume you want me to haul the freight cars to and from the shuttles after the initial fighting?"