A cold, truly steely grin was all the answer Torin got from the Mechanicus man. One hand hidden under his robes, the other with meaty fingers lazily curled about the shaft of his staff. A sudden chirp catching his attention, as he saw, with no small amount of annoyance:<i>"A Bird? Who, brought a bird aboard the bridge?"</i>The skull servo in low orbit about him, also watching the avian. His artificial tone more displeased, then angry...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>