Jihørd
Instead of actually replying to Tanikazi, he simply roars at him, his icy breath frosting his hair and face.
-I'm moving to the Archives, tailed midgaurdian following, I'll send blueprints once acquired.-
He continues to move through the tall hallways, navigating them with ease. He spent centuries playing on this ship before it was institutionalized by alien governments. This prison had been his home and he knew every corridor exactly.