Bag still attached to him, mind still numb and feet just moving for hours threw the wreckage...<br/>Steven found the scene insanely familiar. All of it. Yet he didn't say a thing, show a sign of the hairs raised on the back of his neck. Show even an ounce of worry over every one moving to send the dead away and start clean up.<br/>He did his part while primarily looking threw it all.<br/>Finding the cockpit resting on what remained of the mech's torso, scorch marks still fresh across every inch of metal.<br/>With others still moving around, he'd immediately move to the black boxes in the cockpit. Coupler extended from his data pad while moving to pop any latches or hatches along the way.<br/>Tools working while wearing a full face respirator-mask, Hands popping open compartments and quickly copying files from every digital recorder in the burnt out area. Moving to sit in the seat while the main black box came to take the longest, Steven would look around at the odd patterns of the flame. Inspecting the controls, some melted and other simple broken.<br/>Coming to take up a pilot's usual seat stance, he'd smirk behind the mask at the thought of trying his hand at being a pilot.<br/>His chuckle would leave as soon as the noise signalling the copying was complete.<br/><br/><br/>Once done and pad secure, Steven would move about taking photos with the pad and mask's built in camera. Showing the lay out of the wreckage and how the metal jutted from the sands.<br/>For a brief instant it looked like the thing had been slammed into the sand before it blew.<br/>Turning to take a few pics of the barrier walls and outer loading doors, Mr. Gosser would notice a few supervisors coming out to over see the collection of the wreckage as well as to do their excellent job of micro-managing.<br/>Figuring he had everything short of a time machine to go back and watch events unfold, Steven would leave the area.<br/>Blending in with others moving to move parts and pieces in towards the loading area.<br/>After all everything would be analyzed by engineers and scientists until the next model was ready to be tested. Then as with most terrible things, it'd all be used to reassemble the machine, usually half of it would be replaced by people like him once snags came along in their testing.<br/><br/>Slipping out the way he first came in from, Mr. Gosser would take the overly elaborate route back to his room. Only finding himself wanting to lock the doors and keep his pistol closer then before.<br/>Granted their where paid professionals out there trying to determine what happened, but he needed to know for himself. Something gnawing at the back of his mind was almost making him obsess over it.<br/><br/>Once changed into a sleeveless-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts, Steven would get behind his computer and disconnect it from the network. Linking up his data-pad, which was currently disconnected from the network as well.<br/>Part of him knew what he'd find, terms of normal readings and output for machine and pilot.<br/><br/>But the young technician also knew he didn't have to be so 'cloak & dagger' about his actions. He had almost as much clearance and qualification as any of the Conway Heirs.<br/>Though curiosity and a need to know kept him staring at the screen as the loading bar was about to finish on the screen.