[Being without Judgment doesn't make Cross anything like useless, but it does make him more subtle. Instead of blowing the hell out of the sentinels (he only has a minor interest in Sentience, or so it would seem if you don't take extremely careful notice) he's making one stop in its tracks with an outstretched hand, as if pushing against an invisible barrier.]
[In his other hand is a lit cigarette, which he puts to his lips.]