Raphael was paralyzed for a moment. Once again the Mechanicus openly showed his disrespect, only to put himself and Castella in a situation they were by no means equipped to deal with. In mere second ruined the good work he put forth was ruined, they made an enemy of one of the major players on this planet and, worst of it, they ruined his chances with the cute girl on the desk.<br/><br/>Slapping his forehead he listened to the Arbitrator's threats. With deep sigh he positioned his Warhammer in the way least threatening. This was a bit tricky, since it was a giant Warhammer that depicted giant monsters among other things, but...he did the best he could.<br/><br/>"No need for hostilities", he explained remarkably calm to the officers, "We are leaving."<br/><br/>With that he turned on his heel and left the office with a slightly accelerated pace as to not piss anyone off further, however he did not make any effort to guide his comrades outside. If they were smart they would find the way.<br/><br/>The composure only lasted until the the doors closed behind him. He turned around glaring at both Castella and Lucius one after another, as if to decide who should carry the blame. It wasn't an objective decision, he had a preference though.<br/><br/>"Are you both fucking out of your mind?" He thundered in nobody in particular. "Touching an Arbites on duty is stupid enough. She could have put a shock maul to your face for that alone. However...she was pretty, I get that. However..."<br/><br/>The towering man took a step towards Lucius and closed his hand tighter around the Heldenhammer.<br/><br/>"You...what were you thinking?" Raphael hissed before his voice lost the rage and grew ice-cold. "I'll explain it slowly, so your tin head understand. We. Had. An ally. She was on our side. Then you came and thought it was a good idea to<em>threaten</em>her.<em>Now</em>we pissed of the Arbites, which means...we'll be tracked now. Also we have a person that hates your guts know our identity. Additionally you instigated Castella to what she did, so you're to blame for that too. Next time...you jump in to insult everyone, just take a moment and<em>think</em>if you can afford having those people shoot at you."<br/><br/>Raphael shook his head in disbelieve. He felt less like an acolyte and more like a teacher scolding little children. He still was investing a huge amount of willpower to not smash the fool's skull.<br/><br/>"...I need a drink. Anyone coming with me?" He mumble with a tired, hoarse voice.