After making sure his equipment was neatly stashed to the side, Maxson looked it over for a moment, Signe had always chewed him out a little to keep his stuff tidy, he only really made it look messy to get a rise out of her. He let out a grunt of effort as he hauled himself out of the chair, using the arm rests to help push himself up. Last thing left was his actual trouser belt, he had already taken off his equipment belt and holster, this was the last uncomfortable item. With a quick squeeze and a metal clack off it came, slipping from each belt loop before he wrapped it around his hand and then set it down next to the rest of gear. He glanced back as Reuma motioned to their shared scar, he lifted his arm to take a look down at it. "This one?" He asked to be sure. "Wild boar... for me it was stopping someone from stabbing you, Signe was... still mad." he explained as he ran his fingers over it.

After a quiet moment he turned and leaned back against a chest of draws. There's a magical thing that happens when wet clothes, gravity and pure obliviousness combines. Tactical pants they may be, secure at the knees thanks to in built knee pads but everything further up is comfortable and fairly baggy. Only with water involved, his trousers were hanging lower on his hips and also not hiding any details, despite all the camouflage. He had his arms crossed over his chest as Rein tried to explain what an Angel was, he was doing a lot better than Maxson ever could, Maxson would have done something corny like say Reuma was one... which wouldn't have helped at all. As Reuma mentioned her stiff back, Maxson couldn't help but to butt in "I uh... actually know how to give back rubs." he said with a raised hand. "Combat stress dealing techniques and all that" He tried to explain. "Wait... did you say demon population?" He turned to Rein with a confused and concerned look on his face.