"I could just knock you out, but then who would be paying attention in case the rakghouls break in?"<br/><br/>Head canting to one side, he stroked his chin with one hand, lips tightly compressed, the other arm folded across his chest.  And then he sighed once again, rolling his shoulders in a shrug before crouching to place the case of samples back into his satchel, the sample tubes tucked safely within.<br/><br/>"Guess I'll just have to trust you," he mumbled, folding his long legs and settling upon the hard stone floor of the cavern, his hands falling to rest on his knees.  And then he stopped speaking, though his spine remained quite straight, his head declined only slightly.  His breaths were long and even, but the subtly lit caps made it impossible to tell whether or not his eyes were closed- not that it mattered, perhaps, when cybernetics were concerned.  But Procion could sense that his mind seemed to have stilled- in meditation, at least, if not in slumber.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>