Rak lofted a brow at the Councilor's outburst, holding back a wide variety of sarcastic jabs and comments. Oh what he'd give to be able to insult someone that high up and not get slaughtered... But, thankfully, he held his tongue for now, following the rest onto the ship. Just after Ramo, he slipped into the cockpit, taking a seat in a corner near the pilot's chair and setting to tinkering with his skirmish shield, turning it on and off every once in a while to ensure it was working properly.

"How much you want to bet the councilor has us all shot when we get back for 'Poor behavior as military personnel'?"

His words were directed at Ramo, accompanied by a snicker- And said too low for anyone else to hear, just in case said councilor was nearby. Not a good idea to say that where he could hear, after all.