Lance Quinn (Reaver)
Lance, or Reaver, as he was called by his fellow Harvesters, and being the second Harvester to enter the dark Hallway, sat at his Chair instantly, not even bothering to face the other Harvesters. As he sat, he watched another drop of blood fall from his lip. Catching it in his hand he watched it slide around, slowly creating marks on his palm. he clenched his fist, and when he reopened it, the blood was gone. He looked up just as the picture of the mutilated woman appeared on the screen, smiling like a madman, but when he realised who it was, his grin faded. Reaver knew that Zehn couldn't react well, and so Reaver wasn't surpised when the man leaped out of his chair in rage, an obvious tantrum bursting out of him. Reaver spared Zehn a glance, not a glance of the usual emotionlessness that he usually conveyed, but a glace of understanding and sadness. "Zehn, may I speak to you privately after the meeting ends?". Reaver knew just how Zehn felt, but shook his head and concentrated on the situation at hand.
As Swain handed out the Envelopes, Lance caught his mid air, already standing from his seat as he opened the sealing and glanced at what lay inside.
Reaver - Faust - Third Floor
Reaver turned and left the room immediately, only stopping just outside the door to wait for Zehn to catch up to him. If Zehn didn't show up soon, Reaver wouldn't be able to speak to him. It was obvious that Zehn had cared for, and probably still cared for Nira. Reaver didn't speak to Nira much at all, only maybe once or twice, but still, he knew what Zehn was going through. He also waited for Faust to speak with him, and the anticipation inside him rose just that little bit higher with every single thought of his later encounter with the Traitor.
(Gah, sorry for the horrible post, my Brain isn't functioning properly at the moment D= )