Omeed goggled at Nico for a bit as he ranted. His concerns were warranted, but he couldn't quite understand the need for such panic. Banai was relieved to see Ellena and the others try to allay his fears, and he sought to do the same. "You're not wrong, comrade," Omeed said to Nico. "But do you see this?" He unzipped his jacket and lifted up the hem of his shirt, revealing his bronze belly underneath. Specifically, he pointed out the faint laparoscopic scar still visible on his skin, the only outward sign of his recently-implanted 'ware. "This is called 'an investment.' TriSeq has spent a lot training me, and you, and all of us." He put his shirt back down at this point. "I do not think our commanders are throwing us into a meat grinder... and if the mission was easy, they would not have hired TriSeq. Have a little faith... and if it really comes down to it, keep in mind we're under orders to prioritize our own survival."
Omeed flashed Nico a white-toothed smile to reassure him he wasn't trying to judge him, merely encourage him, and made his way over to fill out his gear form. He glanced at Butcher and his sheet out of curiousity, but then set to work filling out his own. He checked off all the recommended gear, trusting the Armourer to decide what was best for the mission. At the bottom, in the section for special requests, Omeed wrote simply: "Endoscope, mage sight goggles, a similar device, or otherwise mirror and flexible wire."