Cin's eyes dart to each as Klaus took Darvius the space marine to task for the weapons he brought. Eyes widen as the chainsaw came to life. Sliding one like to the side then. Ready to dive under the table if all hell broke out.<br/><br/>The dark eldar wych, would provide some dark humor. I find myself shifting a brief glance over to the woman. I assume she is a woman. The eldar can be so androgynous. I keep the look brief. Even among the people, is said that they steal one's soul. That death would be prayed upon. The captain begins to speak.<br/><br/>A lump formed in Cin's throat. As the healthy grip of pre-jitters already began. As soon as the captain announced they were going in on a hot retrieval. All hands would take part. Casting her eyes downward so the others would not see the fear that is held within them. For some say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Listening to the full mission brief laid out. Giving a nod in response to her part in the mission.<br/><br/>It also seems that such now with the mission briefing handed out. That Klaus backs down. The chainsaw would cease as the other backed away. I finally manage to force the lump from my throat as I dry swallow. Tilting a glance towards Bendial when he asks if we're going to have to make a quick jump. Drawing then to look at my steak, cooked to my desire of medium rare. The sudden panic attack swept aside. No pushed back and suppressed for now. I would just simply begin enjoying my meal.