"Hmm, yes, I see your point Twain. Altogether too many civilians about. Wasting time on questions? Tut tut, no problem prioritization at all. They'd likely get themselves buried alive if left to their own devices."

"Oh, and wait up there, Zes, I may be able to help with your problem." John grunted as he turned his back and began prying at his eye. He paused a moment, glancing back at the winged girl "May want to look away here." he said. 

A slick pop later he was holding the cold, damp, and slightly sticky black and silver orb in his hand keeping his eyelid closed tight to spare the group the sight of his empty socket. "Catch." he says, tossing the little ball at Zesiro. "Eye's got access to every channel the eggheads back home ever thought of, and some they hadn't. Not much use for communicating on its own, 'cause it's got no real UI, but it might work as a transmitter."

John raised an eyebrow "Or have you never learned how to jury rig a piece of type 4 crap to a top of the line type 10 cybernetic?"