He loomed, well, over everyone. As it was hard for someone of his size to do much of anything else. Although his one normal eye squinted in displeasure, the adamantine loop pierced through it glinting,<i>"Captain, are you so sure it wise, that I permit an, uninitiated, to lean of my craft?"</i>The strange synthetic voice not hiding his apparent distaste for the idea.<i>"Or do you intend, that I familiarize her with the glory of the Machine Spirits of our humble vessel?"</i>Head tilted ever so slightly as he shuffled metal boots, staring down at the medical expert... Even in a relaxed state as he was, the man was as intimidating as an ork, that skull probe never wavering too far from him.<br/><br/>Though as D'crox changed topics to their destination, he turned again to regard her, head bowed slightly in a strange show of respect.<i> "If I may, Captain, I have delved the information libraries, as requested," </i>Stopping a moment to roll his burly shoulders,<i>"And have come across a host of, interesting, information..." </i>to this, he extended to her his own data slab, offered with a hand covered in scarlet glove and metal bands binding the cloth to him, but with the palm bare, showing his lightening blue Electoo.<i>"In the astroid belt, here," </i>Pointing it out on the slab's screen,<i>"Are potentially vast quantities of unrefined Adamantine ore, as per references from a survey operations."</i>Then moving his hand, and thick, callused finger to another point.<i>"Reports claim, from now dead explorers, that this 'dead world' is in fact alive, now, and has a host of artifacts, all of which are metallic."</i>Then finally, he looked up to meet her gaze. Something of gravity in the next words he spoke...<br/><br/><i>"The last, noteworthy, mark, is a crashed dreadnaught armory ship of the Steel Wolves, which is rumored to have gone down..." </i>Stopping his monologue to make a circle on the screen to a blacked out section of the digital map.<i> "In this, general area." </i>And with that, his input given, he backed away, but waited to have his data slab returned.<i>"Ultimately, the choice is yours, however, I trust you see, my opinion..."</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>