"Ah, so the cat is out of the bag, as they say. Wasn't so hard now was it?" Lev gave took a good long look at the Titan's schematics, cupping his chin on his hand. Certainly a monstruous aircraft, too dangerous to be allowed to remain in bandits' hands, whether they claimed to be reformed or not. Perhaps too dangerous in anyone's hands, but only time would tell. For now, he was somewhat content with the information provided. He'd just have to watch, well...everyone in the room, something he was rather used to by this point. At least they were fairly predictable, these mercenary types, rarely ever thinking beyond the next fat paycheck, which meant he'd just buy them out if it came down to it and turn them into loyal followers in time.

This Shawn or Shaun person, however, was clearly the densest out of the whole group despite his aspirations to the contrary. Perhaps the thickest man Lev had ever met, which had to be some kind of achievement. There was nothing to show for it, he remained as stone faced and immobile as before, but he was irritated and he knew he'd end up killing the man sooner or later, too much of a liability that one. "Yes, our employer made his change of heart clear as you say, it is quite admirable of you to take his word for it. Perhaps I too should be less suspicious of others". There wasn't a single hint of sarcasm in Lev's voice. "Whatever the case, we certainly can't allow such a thing to remain under the Vultures' control. I am ready when you are".