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Phalanx uncurled itself when the time drew closer, systems whirring as it scanned the room. Nothing too much seemed to have occurred between the hours the two of them resided here. However, it appeared Ja’Far was still in sleep mode. The Geth moved closer to place a hand on the batarian’s shoulder, gently shaking the sluggish body. There was no signs of awakening, so much so that one could think that the worn batarian was dead. If not for the signs of breathing and a steady heartbeat.  For a few moments, it pondered how to further proceed, before coming to the conclusion there was little time to hassle in an attempt to wake up the sleeping organic so instead it would just carry him. Peeling the blankets off of the batarian, Phalanx picked Ja’Far up by cradling his legs with its left arm while allowing his upper body and head to rest against its shoulder plates. 


Leaving the hotel, the Geth platform walked through the streets of London once more, heading the designation. There was quite a few more people roaming around, consisting mostly of humans. It earned quite a few looks, but most moved out of the way of the synthetic lifeform. For a moment, the synthetic paused in its stride as a older store caught its eye. Examining it for a moment, it took note that it consisted of human contraptions of the more older times. Music boxes and grandfather clocks for example. It didn’t know why, but it did take a minor interest. However it had no time to continually explore the city of London so it moved on.


Maybe it will have to do some more research when it had some spare time. However it did pause again at a vending machine that served bottles of water. Raising its omni-tool, it punched in the required credits for two bottles. Listening as the machine rumbled and dropped two bottles to its lower compartment. Phalanx reached inside and removed them from the machine before moving on.

Arriving at the landing pad, it awaited for the two Spectres to arrive. It wondered how long Ja’Far was particularly going to sleep and it pondered if it should mimic a alarm clock sound some organics seem to use to remove themselves from sleep mode. If anyone was there before it, or arrived after, it would greet with a ‘Greetings.’