He had sighed at Redtooth's declaration, and again at Dinvaya's. Today was going to be one of those days, though luckily it was already over. "Alright, fair enough. One android infiltrator and a paladin light shield point against a base of religious fanatics and their god. Should be a walk in the pie with a piece of park. Or however that saying goes.<br/><br/>Suddenly I understand the Creators fascination with sex and alcohol. And all of the other god's same, for that matter."<br/><br/>With that comment, he retired to his table, and pulled out his pulse gun, intent on getting another upgrade installed while the fleshlings slept. He had the spare guns for parts, his tools, and enough metals to build what he needed. Assuming the drone stopped running off with the scrap he was trying to work with.<br/>