He stepped into the room, nine emotionless constructs simply staring at her, before he snorted in amusement, and retracted the armor and helm. It flowed like water over him, and he stretched his muscles as it flowed away, ensuring that it hadn't pulled any muscle tissue with it. That had only happened once, in the very first version, but it never hurt to make sure. The constructs dispersed, knowing he was planning a trip to the cave once he finished here, and they wouldn't be able to follow. He nodded to Ama, before popping his neck. "So, is this going to be a husband/wife fight, or our two institutions fighting? I only ask to keep this from becoming ugly."