Benjamin was doing fine. He was ignoring the pain in his legs to a degree of success, but not entirely. He was avoiding the throbbing in his head by doing crunches every few minutes to right his torso and let the blood flow normally for a few seconds. He was actually surprised he was the only one trying to negate one of the two effects of hanging like this. Nothing could be done for your legs, really. But he was tiring himself. Every crunch took a little more effort, but as long as he could he would try to continue. At least he had it better than Naoto and Fionn. Daisuke was between them and he was spazzing out just like normal except this time it was detrimental. The boy is a menace. I comprehend that he's been chosen, and I'm fairly positive as to why -he survived being thrown through a wall without a scratch- ...but does he constantly need to act like that?
But that was shortly overridden in Benjamin's head by the sudden arrival of a man who looked much like a young Vector. He was not, however, surprised to find that it was Vector seeing as the Ten-Year Bazooka had already been explained to the group. Naoto, though, probably made the right choice, grabbing the civilian. The candidates had chosen to come and put themselves at risk, but Artemis hadn't. Not to his knowledge, anyways. But seeing as Naoto reset the time, Ben himself grabbed the bar with his hands and swung down. He had to lean against a wall for a moment to gain his senses once more. Untucking his tie from betwixt his shirt buttons, where it had been to stop it from falling in his face, he simply waited. Stared. Listened. All quietly. Vector had something for them to do and needless to say that put him, and likely the rest, on edge. Only two days affiliated with the mafia and already he was learning exactly who to fear and to what degree. He couldn't even begin to anticipate what the two were going to do to them all.