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As the Necrons retreated, Michael reverted back to his normal self, it seeming as if he never had scales to begin with. Keeping his identity veiled, he turns to face the psychic tank standing before him, his years as a tactician helping keep a calm and collected pose. "Greetings. I hope that we can get along. I promise you that I can be a rather resourceful ally." He starts off, not wanting to give away too much just yet, or at least, not until directed to do so. He hoped aiding this soldier earlier had made a good first impression. If not, well, he already had an escape plan in mind.