As of this point in his work he wasn't particularly busy, it was a game of waiting until the drill completed its tunneling. That was a tremendously boring wait, but when you can stop your processing for long periods of time it's not AS boring as it could concievably be. Just before he was readied to shut himself down for the centuries long wait, he heard something. The familiar sound of a missile being fired, which was technically impossible considering the barren nature of the locale. The only thing advanced enough was the derelict ship, it wasn't concievable that it could have possibly come back online and suddenly fired a missile. 

Amusing the notion that the ship could have fired off a missile, he turned his attention back towards the ship. Lo'and'behold he was met with the sight of a rather sizeable missile hurtling towards his construct. His processing stuck for a moment, this was more than just an interesting development. 

This was a catastrophe.

Before the missile struck the construct he flung himself outide, firing off his boosters and sailing just outside of the eruption's danger-zone. Within a few seconds, literal months worth of work had been decimated. Exterior shells of construct were cracked and spewed aside like glass shards. Fractals of crack patterns formed across the remaining surface as its supports splintered and gave way, collapsing inwards on itself. The entire construct fell apart within moments and suddenly all the lights that ran along the visual center of the automaton turned a bright shade of red.  

Though humans couldn't have concievably heard the words that she hollered at him from near a quarter mile away, especially over the sounds of explosion and crumbling hard-light construct. (A strange glassy almost watery sound, except deafeningly loud.) Virtuoso heard her loud and clear, Virtuoso responded. Though probably not loud enough for her to hear, he didn't bother raising his voice. "You have interrupted my work, Android." 

It wasn't difficult for him to tell that she was an android, Techno-Organics give off distinctly different signitures than Organic lifeforms. Most notably is the strength of their electromagnetic structure, since humans are more efficient in that regard.

Even a long distance analysis like this was more than enough for Virtuoso to accurately judge the range of her abilities. Though she did have a similar taste for flashiness to his own, she was not using it properly. 

It wasn't internalized structures. 

The Automaton lifted himself upwards vertically with a quick burst of energy from his feet and shoulders, the upward propulsion put him above the decimated drill and held aloft by small repeated burst of energy from the thrusters around his legs. 

As he held himself airborn, strands of honeycomb-light began emerging from all around his body. Wrapping themselves around eachother in spiral patterns. Arranging themselves into what could be percieved as the strange fusion of a Halo and Wings. It was a half circle that bridged his two shoulders and was lined with branched wing-like structures. On his feet were two long blades, angled slightly backwards and directed downwards. These were double-edged swords attached at the heel of his foot, just behind the wheels. Two more blades were attacked to his forearms just behind his wrists. They were placed so they didn't interrupt his hand movements, so they were elevated slgihtly above his hands.

The light that formed these constructs was intentionally given a golden glow, to give himself a heavenly appearance. Though his appearance was already inhuman, it made him seem almost detached from reality. This too was accentuated by the fact that he was passively allowing a soft golden vent of light from all of his channels, vaguely obscuring his appearance. Giving him the visage of a being of smoke, metal and light. The only thing that wasn't visually surrounded by golden light was the alarmingly bright redness of his optic ring. 

All of this happened in just a few quarterseconds, it erupted from his body as fast as the light can actually move. 

Virtuoso took off from his floating position in a straight path towards the android woman, cutting a golden path through the air at blinding speed. His optic sensory array was reading through everything that he could gather of the woman before he came within metaphorical spitting distance of her. He judged her to be about six feet, maybe slightly taller. Her visual appearance took on a more human look than his own, obviously built by humans or a very human race. 

Just as he would come within thirty yards of her he would stop, shunting off a burst of energy forward to slow his horizontal movement. He then would speak again, though only for a moment. "You are in the way, Android. I give you one chance, now, to leave. You do not get another."