He settled into the peacefulness with an ease that likely would have surprised his companions had they seen it. He had been fighting, doing politics, and dashing for the last two and a half millennia almost, and a sudden lack of urgent emergencies, sudden panics, and catastrophic disasters was almost a vacation in and of itself.<br/><br/>He wasn't concerned about the apparent time it took, time was a result of being a physical being, and being a spirit meant it would flow oddly. The damage was a bit... odd to say the least. A quick look around, and his bodyguards were clearly among the dead. One was in the charred husk quarter circle, only a hand clutched around a ruined rifle grip remaining, and the second was in the skeleton section, its chest and head cored through at least thirty times, including several straight through the main computer and reactor. Even the transport had gotten in, its ruined chassis listing against the far wall, wreckage in front of several of the less injured elders showing it had taken a massive blow in their place, as the transport was in several pieces, missing significant mass, and the remaining pieces were embedded into the wall.<br/><br/>He gave Jashah a flat look, before taking in the wreckage that was the main room, and reenabling his armor. "I am fine, I think. Or at least, I am in the best condition in the room. Do I want to know what happened?"<br/><br/>A quick comm check indicated that a new bodyguard detail and transport were already en route, but were nearly a week out even with a max priority on the portal network. He glanced at the missing arm, and the dead, before rolling off the table. "Can I help, or should I just slip out of town before the lynch mob arrives?"