Sulla was caught a little under-armed for the whole situation, but they were in 'civilization,' so to speak; it meant that he was packing a pistol, a knife and, his favorite, monowire, which just had a million little uses. So instead of grousing about a need to arm and armor up, he just processed the information coolly, while waiting for a couple of the others to chip in first. He did have one comment, "Can you upload the operational data so we can review it en route?" Better than nothing, he figured, and his sunglasses actually put that info in a HUD if he cared to use it as such.

It was probably street fight stuff, but maybe he'd be surprised. He would wish, in this situation, for a shotgun or something, but he figured he could be useful with what he had. 

Just as well they hadn't ordered anything, no need to pay a tab. He got himself up and tucked the chair in. At the very least, he wouldn't look too out of place on the street, and that was just good sense -- he'd done undercover work in his time, because the function was essentially that of an intelligence operative, so the street clothing wouldn't throw up alarms. The others were loaded for bear and stuck out quite a bit more, so he observed to Valos, "Are we driving or getting there on foot?"