The Arbitrator stood at the front of the group, the chain coat he wore was obvious despite the arbitrator he still wore even though he was no longer a part of the Adeptus Arbites. He felt like he still owed it to them that he was where he was now though and so kept the uniform as a way to remain connected to them.<br/><br/>Looking over at his shoulder and examined a few of those that shared the elevator with him, especially that of the tech-priest as he shook his head. Trading away your body bit by bit for cybernetic parts sounded like a foolish thing to do to him, and no doubt made one more susceptible to corruption. He had more trust in the feral worlder than one would would forsake the worship of the Emperor for some machine god. His gaze then fell upon that Jon, a man who no doubt felt the same way as he did when it concerned the Mechanicus since the man was a cleric.<br/><br/>Staring back forward, he closed his eyes for a brief moment and took in a deep breath before he smiled and opened them once more. Being in the confines of the elevator reminded him of Cantus, his home, and as he opened his eyes again he took out his pack of lho-sticks and removed one from himself and lit it before looking at Arl and decided to offer him one by pointing the pack at the brute. "You smoke?" he asked as he huffed a small puff of smoke.