As quick as he had come, the stranger was off like a shot with little more than another notice. Theron, in the meantime, took his own time in departing if only because two men leaving very suddenly right after one another was more than a bit suspicious. They might have came together, living scrapheap in tow, but the delay was more important at this point. After all for someone who wasn't directly linked to Davidson, this wasn't nearly as personal as it was for his brief cohort, who he still knew little actual about. 

Theron shot a glance down to Golemeth, "Sorry friend, you need your rest."

The body before him seized briefly in what was bottled rage as the standing figure's fingers plied the plugs from the ports. The entire system deadlined in connection while the cyborg shuddered and soon went to the uncomfortably glazed stare someone with not enough processing power had. Theron couldn't stand the awkwardness of it and flicked the other's eyes shut with his fingers before bothering to close up the wrist mounted display, reattaching his own vitals. Unlike his mechanical counterpart, Theron wasn't lit up with glowing bits or shiny metal, and the bracelet that monitored his life was a wholly external thing... with a few more features that he knew existed earlier. Apparently it was pretty much a more useful little trinket than he thought and that amused him.

It was always a question of his why anyone would wedge so much cyber into themselves to well, end up a drooling mess like Golemeth if it went bad. People like Tracy confirmed that further, someone with as much knowledge as that and how to exploit vulnerabilities in hardware and software alike? It made him shudder as he tucked each piece back together and replaced the plate. On cue, the system was back to ready to read and with hard reset now to soft reset, it was as good as new. Theron tinkered with it a bit until he got the soft blue fringe ambient glow back to his coat, bits of the lighting not wanting to cooperate after being sheered off in the earlier shootout and panic of a rolling street battle.

That would be comped, anything lost or broken in the field generally was, assuming it was made worth it. And this all? This seemed pretty well worth it, but hey, who knew, right? So what came next, after straightening himself out fully in the mirror, be that brushing those last bits of pulverized concrete out of his hair or wiping down the shades, was getting Golemeth out. He removed the last bits of what was hanging loose, other than the wiring and harness that was a spiderweb of tangles, to hell with figuring those out, he'd let some tech junkie figure them out again, and crouched to shift the weight of his capture back on to a shoulder.

It all went so well that the impending bad news was nagging Theron at any moment as he hauled off with surprising subtlety down the stairwell and off out to the street. One arm slung over Golemeth, the man peered left and he peered right. It was as empty as expected to be and he wasted no time getting that terminal up and at'em with a few quick jabs on the brutalized board. Pecking away at the keys with the free hand, he paused now and then to shoot a glance here and there until he finished sending the signal.