TR-8C simply stares at the shield module that had been forced into his hand before tossing it into the nearest trash can, saying: [b]"Got a better shield already."[/b] and then the fact that she just called him "BS" hit him. And, really, he didn't care all that much. More or less annoyed by having a set of initials translating to Bull Shit, and at how this chick seemed to know things about everyone without them saying anything. Weird. 

Figuring that today was going to be a really, really fucking weird day anyways (and it didn't seem like he had much of a choice in the matter) he turned his attention back to the group and said: [b]"...Fuck it, I don't have anything better to do on this rock; TR-8C, DAHL Riot shield unit and cyborg, guess it's nice to make all of your acquaintances."[/b] Turning his attention back to the ECHO Comm, he said: [b]"So...the hell are we supposed to look for this thing?"[/b]