"Fun?" Immanuel almost snapped and bashed the conductors head against a wall until he had painted the wall with his brain. This was a mission, not a bloody game, people's lives were on the line and he was being denied information so that he could have 'fun'. He breathed heavily holding back the flood of homicidal rage. He was tempted to just walk out purely to spite everyone else, but no that wasn't the rational, ethical thing to do so he released the breath he didn't know he had been holding.
He ignored Jake and watched the portal open. He walked through the portal and surveyed the weapons scattered around like he was looking at a pile of nameless corpses. What was he supposed to do with this crap? He'd never held a weapon before. He just decided not to bother, he didn't need a weapon. He had these morons to move about like his pawns.