Gallan took in Raz's answer with a grane of salt, wondering if she truly meant it or were attempting to cover something more up. He searched her face and body language, but just as in the lab she remained unfeeling on the outside. She was unreadable, and Gallan realized once more he would have to look for different methods of approach when wanting information out of Raz.<br/><br/>He stared after her, wanting desperately to know how she thought. She turned, and walked away, pressing toward the goal. Further in the base was nothing but corridors and quarters. There was absolutely no room for Enoch, so he would have to disengage his mech.<br/><br/>"Raz, wait." Enoch's chest opened up, and Gallan stepped out of it, jumping onto the ground. He pulled his Plasma pistol from his holster, it's familiar weight comfortable in his hand. It's smooth surface reflected light a bit, while he primed it's cannister. Green energy flowed within it's barrel, which produced the superheated gas known as plasma.<br/><br/>Gallan nodded at Raz, ready to progress. The gun was pointed at the ground for safety measures, Gallan's gauntlets not restricting his movement. Behind him Enoch closed back up as he moved away from it. The locking of the hull indicated it was sealed and protected.<br/><br/>"Sentry mode." At this Enoch rose upright, and began scanning the area around him, his entire torso rotating free of his legs. His red and white exterior somehow seemed more lifeless without Gallan inside it. He now seemed robotic, a tool rather than a weapon. An extension of Gallan himself,  as Gallan saw it. Gallan continued his way down the hall after Raz, observing the rather dim location that spread before him. Down the corridor were several sliding doors on either side, all anything from workrooms to social gathering places converted for the Gang's use.<br/><br/>"Raz, scan the rooms. We don't want an ambush." Gallan spoke tentively, aware of the unfeeling way Raz had continued their mission after their outburst. Her answer to him was, from Gallan's point of view, a bit childlike. She had "struck back," as she called it. Gallan thought she may have come up with this answer on her own, from her own logic, rather than be a programmed response. He was not as completely off the subject as she seemed to be, but resigned not to question it further.<br/><br/>Like her, he decided silently they would have to talk about this later. A mission was no place to be distracted with emotion, or any sort of disruption. Gallan had already let go of his anger, he was not one to hold a temper very long reguardless. This would no longer be an issue.