Klaus looked over at Darvius, and frowned slightly. "Seems to me that having a multi-barreled assault weapon, as well as a chainsaw attached to the other hand, precludes the fact that this is supposed to be a nice, quiet evening Meal, with perhaps a mission briefing somewhere in the middle."<br/><br/>He sat up slowly, looking over the rest of the crew. "We may be armed and dangerous, but at least we can handle a knife and fork without destroying part of the table"<br/><br/>Standing up, he walked around the head of the table, his demeanour having changed from relatively amiable to 'scary drill seargent', his scarred countenance revealing nothing as his gaze passed over each of the attending crew, before he stopped, directly across from the space marine. "Tell me. When you ate at your barracks, were you expected to be fully armed, or it this just an affectation gained after your chapter was declared Traitoris?"