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[color=5FADAD][i]'Take over from her on triage. Not exactly in my skillset. I'm good for laying and taking fire.'[/i][/color] King indicated drily as he hoisted Alice closer to Echo and their provided supplies before letting go. In the moment, their face literally flickered over - snapping to an expression of apparent contempt, wrought in high-fidelity and seeming almost like it was from a picture book of emotional expression. In the next moment it snapped away, King's visage settling into something resembling apathetic indifference.

[color=5FADAD][i]'Securing the perimeter.'[/i][/color] King indicated as he drifted away - was that a creeping hint of tiredness in his voice? Could the machine feel that way, or was it just a virtual affectation? It was not like physical exertion had any meaning to them. Circling around the group, King began to emit a screen of light across the walls, photo-voltaic shocks starting to flash-ablate the remaining etheric particulate still hanging dense in the air, clearing a wide bubble of relatively clean air around the group, smelling strongly of ozone.

As King carried on, he drifted closer to Salvator, leaning in and pressing a thumb to their elbow to communicate discretely off-comms once more.

[color=5FADAD][sub][i]'That gunship support is for us in more than one way, chief. We'll be sitting dead in the open. Might be preferable to look for alternative routes and exit strategies along the way.'[/i][/sub][/color]

King released his thumb and carried on until the group was ready to depart.

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Back out on the station exterior, King seemed unimpressed by their route. He then vocalized something off-comms, his hardlight lips making motions without sound - there was a sort of mechanical deliberation to the motions, seeming more mimetic than not. The gist of whatever he said was largely lost, though those who could read Human lips might have been able to parse the gist of it.

[i]The fuck was going through the station even necessary just to go back outside?[/i]

After completing his almost ritualistic muttered dialogue, King switched back to comms. [color=5FADAD][i]'Area seems a little peculiar. Minimal signs of infestation. I don't really have the senses to pick up on etheric activity, but from how active the station was and from all this damage there should definitely be more going on out here. Hey, team two, does that gunship have any remote sensor arrays for that? And I don't suppose it can operate independently of Echo down here?'[/i][/color] King's inquiry was innocuously posed, if still failing to hide his paranoid vigilance by dint of merely shifting the bulk of it from their primary concern over to another.