A shuffle of footsteps could be heard through the room. The source of them was the rather spacey Sen Kusari, not exactly sure of what to do in this situation. Sure, he had the means to contribute to this fight, but should he? Would people just look at him with those looks of contempt he was so used to?

What to do, what to do. The predicament was consuming him.

He tapped his hands against his thighs a few times and paced back and forth. What to do, what to do. What to do, what to do, what to do, what to do, what to do, what to do, what to do, what to-

Then it hit him. He should probably help. Maybe he'd be recognized for his efforts and rewarded somehow. Yes, that would be nice. He liked rewards.