The doors to the firing range swept open, the mechanics of it chosing only now to act, and only for him it seemed, as the Tech-Priest slowly strode in, metal boots thunking hard onto the deck underfoot.<i>"What, dare I ask, did you have in mind?"</i>he had originally thought to reply over the vox, but chose against it, opting to get some legwork in. A matter of humbling himself before the spirits of the vox. His voice, however, died out as he beheld what the soldier and sister were doing, his hood draped head tilting to one side slightly, the glowing red eye flickering a moment.<i>"Am I... Interupting something?"</i>Though truth be told, he sounded more annoyed then amused or genuinely curious...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>