Well the answer to the first question was obvious. Anything involving physical violence or agility would best be left to a Primaris. Stealth or diplomacy, not so much.

"So we are to be pawns in this place's war." All right, he could handle that. At least, he could understand that. He has (somewhat) resigned himself to having to survive here till he found a way home.

Gadriel's paranoia is decently earned. Having a mysterious Lieutenant sweep in and take over your command, and refuse to answer questions does that to a man. "Does this sit well with you?" He's still not quite sure what to make of the other man. At first he had thought Drukhari, but he thought they were, well, taller.