The tech priest was, for a time, growing annoyed with the constant use of open channel voxxing. However, the problem seemed to disarm itself, as people found one reason or another not to chat openly over it... And so, with a shrug, and hooking the 'straw' of his slurpy like meal onto a small port along the side of his respirator's grill, he noisily slurped the goo down, while all four limbs busily worked away. His servitor aid still cleaning the room all around him...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>