It's a brief and objectively uneventful couple of minutes, but there's secretly a lot going on in Irahl's head in those moments. He wouldn't be himself if he didn't try to prep and strategize from moment zero.

Firstly, he does take note of the joking-but-not-joking way that Nikaro calls him out and sets the tone moving forward, and even though the comment had been aimed at the rest of the group, it informs a couple decisions of his own as well.

Secondly, the list of rules are duly noted, but he also frowns to himself behind his mask. He has opinions. A couple more decisions are made.

And finally, there is the matter of the weapons. Irahl may have given up his rights to get first pick, but he's tall enough to get a preview over Jandru's shoulder. He starts plotting long before it's his turn to pick up weapons, as well as making sure to note what each of the others are choosing to carry and committing that list to memory--especially if someone else selects what looks like the best approximation to a long-range rifle before he can get to it.

No one said anything about only choosing one weapon, so when it's his turn, he picks up the best long-range option available to him, a quick-looking sidearm, and a grenade or two for good measure.