Charles paused for a moment while he helped as best as he could. Unlike Reeve, whom he just learned the name of. His suit wasn’t made with hydraulics like hers. It was pretty much just designed to help him out when need be, with cloaking and other means. He moved yet another un armored crewmen out. “Well it is strange. I mean if we both lived why not them? Maybe there was something in the food? Or just the luck of chance. I really can’t say.” He stated in return to her question. He was more on the lines of confusion as anyone would have been in this situation. It wasn’t that he regretted being alive, that would be a lie. More like it was to perfect. Why he and Reeve? Did they maybe have something in common? Was this maybe an odd attack? He had to many questions to really be bothered with answering any of them.

After he had counted off the last bit of information he could gather on the ships current state, he could easily tell they would have to leave the ship itself. Though at least they still had a few days left in it. It was best they leave as even the beacon and many other needed things that would have given this ship any form of value was down. Right now, the only reason they would have to rest here is so they can get use to the situation around them. Maybe test out the scanners on the ship to see if the wide range would pick up anything. Though his thoughts were interrupted by her returning and asking him a pretty good question.

“Well, normally we are briefed about it. I didn’t get any information until I was going to be deployed, which I was guessing was with this unit.” He stated as he turned and looked at the massive machine. It was still in it’s own way funny to try to talk up to marines. More so since he was normally a tall man. “ So, really I dunno. I mean normally im’ sent on info or assassin missions. Not so much mass scale investigation like discovering new worlds. So…I wouldn’t really know…” he stated and sighed, his suit giving off a blast of air as he did so. “What about you? Any luck on figuring out what you and the team were here for?” He stated calmly, and as politely as he could. Ghost units usually were deployed with a team of Marines just to provide cover for them, and if it was an assassination it was more on the lines of the marines were just around to protect the main area. So it was hard for him to really say anything. He noticed her trying to scratch her head though. But he didn’t say anything. It wasn’t uncommon for some of the Marines to be trapped in their suits as per the rules of whatever they signed up for. So he couldn’t really say anything. As a ghost he didn’t need to keep his suit on. He just generally did for control over his psionics. He didn’t want to be a beacon.