Phalanx nodded to the Turian Spectre, a organic way of showing signs of agreement. [color=plum]"Affirmative."[/color] it said in its robotic tone at the answer to its question, though its metal flaps lifting and shaking slightly in what one could possibly perceive as joy, or anger. Probably the first considering the Geth hadn't been hostile for now. When the Spectre's referred it in female pronouns. Filling in some information the organics required for Phalanx to wander around freely, considering Geth usually didn't have personal files, the Geth program had put female as it's 'gender' simply because... well it seemed right. Body frame was more fragile compared to more heavy built platforms like the Geth Prime or Geth Juggernaut and its original Creator was indeed female. It was a choice that seemed... accurate. Even if it wasn't logically so. After all, logically, it was only just a robot.

Looking to the Baltarian as he spoke, Phalanx considered his words, processing them within its system. It made sense that simple study wouldn't really provide Phalanx with goal it sought for. A reason it had joined on this adventure on a actual crew. Indeed, it could be destroyed, though a bit harder compared to the fleshy creatures. But it would probably get answers if it worked together like. With so many varieties of people. Indeed, it was looking foreword in having this 'companionship' as it were. It was a rare chance it got considering most organics avoid it.

[color=plum]"Affirmative. I shall attempt to understand this companionship in order to further my knowledge. I am... looking foreword to working with you, friendly Ja'Far Balak."[/color] Phalanx responded, flaps opening and closing in a steady manner. Mhm. There was something in its circuits it was sensing again. Like the unending curiosity it had discovered it felt after the Old Machine war. It was... light. Like it didn't carry the weight of its sniper rifle or shotgun. Or that it got zapped with a power boost. Was this another emotion? Which one was it? Well, it must not be negative, for it liked this feeling.

Phalanx listened curiously as its new squadmates asked questions and received answers. The Female Turian deciding to join the crew as well, classified as Sicaria Velinian. Pausing as it... seemed something was off, the Geth Platform turned its flashlight head down the dark corridor. Just in time to see a human female shout out a order. Scanning her over, it appeared she was part of the Human Alliance. It seemed she was suspicious of them, and Phalanx found another gun pointed in its direction. On the bright side, the human female did not fire first and ask questions later. So slowly, the Geth platform holstered its sniper rifle on its back then raised its arms again in commonly humans show a sign of peace and surrender. It took a few steps foreword in order to help block line of fire from the rest of the group.

It was the only robot, gunfire upon it was preferred on it rather than its fleshy teammates. Plus, it did not wish for them to get hurt. It was about to blurt out a whole speech again on what was going on but remembered the correction Ellis Taevon made and recalculated. [color=plum]"Greetings. System 42009874563001 reporting. Call Sign, Phalanx. Classified, Infiltrator. This group has no intention in causing harm to the citizens of Earth, Human-Alliance. We are undergoing a Spectre class operation to detain possible Cerberus extremists. I request you to refrain fire and lower weapon, this platform would become almost useless if destroyed into pieces."[/color] Phalanx chirped in its robotic tone, the flaps mostly flat against its head, though shaking ever so slightly. Blue glowing optical glass eye watching the human female curiously.