The dwarf sort of freezes when Tzahala steps in, rolling the unconscious mage with military efficiency.... though he does have the decency to look away when Tzahala's makeshift gag reveals perfectly smooth, bronze breasts  barely hidden behind black lace.<br/><br/>"I... hm." The dwarf shakes his head, apparently deciding that he's better off following Tzahala's directions rather than saying whatever it was he had in mind. He does take a moment to pull out a set of comm-modified goggles, presumably to send his message... and then he's right back to work, pulling the panel back out of place and setting right to work on some of the components therein. "H-uh. I could've sworn I did all this already..."<br/><br/>With a bemused grin, the dwarf puts in a few more minutes of work, and then motions for Tzahala to follow him to the next work-zone with the bronze-skinned mage in her arms.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>And there's C.O. Smokey, cigarette seeming to burn extra-bright in the glow of the industrial work-lamps here in the back halls of the castle. Judging by the attitudes of the DUST officers around her, she must be in the finest of fine moods... though she at least gives Tzahala a respectful nod as she approaches.<br/><br/>"Ha... I figured it was one of the two greenies, but to be honest I'd assumed you were gonna be the plant. Kinda glad to know it wasn't, though... we probably woulda had a much harder time bringing you down than you did bringing her down..."<br/><br/>With a dark chuckle, the woman waves and sends two DUST officers scurrying forward to take the unconscious woman from Tzahala's hands while the dwarf does his best to not get in anyone's way as he settles down to work on the next security panel. This one seems tied to a matrix connection, so perhaps it's for security recorders or the alarm system.<br/><br/>"I don't suppose you were able to ask her any questions before you zapped her into next Tuesday?"