Draiss gestured for the constructs to stay outside, before striding into the compound, his battle armor flowing out of his pores to form around him. Jet black, with red under plating and gold highlights, he didn't bother with the full helm, merely going with his usual eye and ear piece, his movements as silent as they had been before. The armor was as much part of him as his organs were, and it did nothing without his complete approval. He headed toward where the thread had led, moving without hesitation or pause, striding down the center of the hallways as if he knew exactly where he was going, which he did, his blindsense telling him more about the layout and problems than anyone else in the building.