Azrael picked up around five different scents on the ship, committing them to memory. Shortly afterwards he slid down the face mask and revealed his attractive face as he spoke out<strong>"Yeah...not one for orders Shaan, but you already know that, unless you want somebody dead."</strong>This was likely the closest thing Azrael would do to humor. Short of mean spirited dry remarks at someone else's expense as he headed to the lounge quietly.