[ yes, that was all. with a look that intersects somewhere between frustration and disconcertment, shou brings his hands back around from where they'd been searching for something to appear the small of his back, instead holding his wrist adorned with the watch in front of him. his gaze flicks upwards at his company, unhurried. ]

That doesn't usually happen.

[ trust him? ]

I assume my weapon was either damaged on my arrival or tampered with to prevent it from working properly.