Lazerus brightened up. At last! Someone was finally making sense! It was a wee bit of a bother to go get permission, but he was sure it would be worth it. Letting go of the Hellgun (in truth he shouldn't have been quite so fascinated. They were rare, but not THAT rare. It was just......weaponry in particular that made him feel a warm little glow inside. Besides the trooper had been moving too much for easy study anyway) he turned and nodded enthusiastically at Varstras.
Unfortunately he seemed to have a bit of mixed luck with the holy artefacts of the Omnissiah, in particular those installed when he had been called to priesthood. In this case his vox-synth had a bit of an....edge to it. Non-initiates often stated wincing in prolonged conversation with him, so he tried to avoid talking much now, unless of course it was about something interesting. Like gear ratios.