HUNK caught the caged, violated expression on Ginovaef's face; it was as much disgusted at himself as it was of HUNK. There was so much crawling underneath of Ginovaef's skin that you couldn't light a match without setting something aflame.
But he watched, as Nicholai blinked and sneered off whatever attack of memory he had, the cool steel of the mercenary encased him again. The vulnerability shielded by training and experience.
He knew that word, but he had said nothing of it. Better to let Ginovaef keep most of his dignity intact.
HUNK remained where he was, watching the other. He couldn't offer any words to the man, nor did he want to.