The entire Reichsritter stopped dead as soon as the blip that was the Moloch appeared on the radar, Jonathan snapping to attention and raising his guard, raising the firewalls and various other protective programs as the hulking biped stomped around to face the newcomer. He loudly cursed the heavens that he'd not noticed his traveling companion, choosing instead to grasp and draw one of the many melee weapons on the unit, the massive bastard-sword that slid out of the top of the shield with the distinctive mechanical hiss of well-oiled joints. Loudspeakers crackled to life as Jonathan flipped a small switch on the topside of the cockpit as he examined the new mech, which remained untagged on his screen. The resulting boom of static cleared as a voice that carried more metal that the surrounding dunes growled out a distorted: "Identify, fuckface! I'm not in the mood to deal with would be fucking assassins!"