He smirked at the description, before addressing the pooka as he resumed salvaging the armor. "Go and tell Ghost that I am not going to break the agreement with... her Court..."<br/><br/>He frowned, and looked up at the spot, before leaning over and poking the intercom. "Ghost to Junkyard's hanger please."<br/><br/>The pooka shouldn't be there. The agreement with the Fae allowed an official observer who was likely on a plane to here now, and the cameras in the hanger would let her know what he was doing. An actual person watching him was redundant, IF it was from Ghost. He murmured something to the nearby minion, who went into the RV and brought him the burst rifle, which he set on the table beside the armor, after switching the selector to cold iron three shot burst.