"So just from a handful of pictograms, you can tell that this hunk of metal scrap was once part of an Ork raiding vehicle that belonged to a chieftain of a speed cult amongst a specific tribe. Fascinating, it makes me wonder how and where you learned to glean so much information from such crude script - it couldn't have been easy."<br/><br/>Before she can answer, he looks up at the door, listening. A slow stattaco beat of thumping against the door is audible, and he gets up to see what could be making the noise. When the door slides open, the pair of servo skulls that had been sent to find him and Cin glide in. His stops first and begins to repeat the message given to it by Captain Avorn - when the second begins reciting the same thing to Cin a few seconds later, he grabs his and holds it closer to his ear so that he can distinguish the words from the double-repetition, then lets it go when it stops and begins to struggle to get away.<br/><br/>"Looks like we've been summoned. Shall we go?"