The simple pleasure of a good bed was enough for Gaius, he hadn't had one in a long time. Months spent tracking his target through the streets of his world, weeks finding an opening to take the shot and one delicate second to end a life. All that for the thousand throne reward to be a ploy... and an offer he couldn't refuse was made. He finished cleaning his hunting rifle, laying it near The long-las, procured from some imperial regiment.. he might as well have built one from scratch, considering the work that needed to be done on the forsaken thing. He slipped out of his room with careful precision, long coat billowing behind him, the muddy colored fabric shifting to reveal a carefully placed las-pistol in the small of his back... one could never be too careful. A knife was visible on his belt, a sword less carefully hidden so "Keen" eyes could notice it, and make assumptions that would get them killed. Underneath the coat was a simple grey top and pants, hiking boots on his feet (half of the best vantage points were up an incline after all). His attire and demeanor would seem bland to the passerby... though that was most likely the point.<br/><br/>He tapped the keypad lightly, taking a moment for his eyes to adjust to the shift in lighting... he preferred the dark. He noted down the members of the group, tapping his data slate, making a guess to who fitted each name. Regardless he made a subtle smile "Don't mind me" he said, quietly slipping to the side of the room and sitting the slate in his lap. His eyes glanced at the feral born, he had his inkling's about the others... but he knew her nature most defiantly. She was like him, the predatory nature of her movements, the way she was analyzing the the room and its participants, exactly how he would have if he were in her position. The thought of someone like minded made him smile truly for a moment, he tired of scum who killed without discipline and Fattened idiots who couldnt kill even to protect themselves.