Klaus shrugged, placing his lho-stick in a nearby ashtray as he sat in an unoccupied seat, not fazed in the slightest by either the marine, or the captain's quiet rebuke. Listening to the briefing, he nodded to himself, as if checking off various contingency plans.<br/><br/>When the meal arrived, he continued listening, the steak untouched for long moments as he tapped his chin in thought, before speaking up. "I'll wager then, for ease of portability, and more loot-grabbing, we'll be relegated to lighter weapons, then. Also, what percentile of our pay is coming from this noble, and how much is estimated to be from looting the place before we burn it to the ground?"