Secunda twitched the corner of her mouth, as she shook the micro-bead away. At the very least, the gunfight simmered down quite a bit, as the crowd focused on the Emperor's Angel soaring in the sky. A rather powerful symbol, truly, even Toros felt herself genuinely awed.

In the better days, she was assured of her capability to kill this thing, should the worst come to pass. These days, it boiled down to "hurt this thing (if really lucky)". On any day, future or past, Archmagos Toros made it to her rank through picking her fights, and fights with something delightfully called "Angels of Death" firmly rested in the "Let's not" category. Those things felt at home on a battlefield, their reflexes well accustomed to your fight-or-flight reactions, and, usually, those reflexes boiled to killing you whether you fight or flee. Which is why she knew better than to attempt either.

She got its attention with a riddle, it got the attention of the crowd. A proper reaction to the "heretic" or the "traitor" from the warrior of the famed First Order would have been a swift execution. So far, this thing was just flying above and looking at her in a rather menacing way. He has been staying at the research facility for quite some time, meaning that a warrior who knew no fear... was familiar with the concept of learning and general curiosity. Quest for Knowledge takes many forms, after all, and she was giving him an opportunity to learn who dared to mock their sacred form.

Secunda politely leaned in a courtly half-bow, hands linked in an Aquila, and stood out of the cover. She got its attention with a riddle. It would need her to survive another ten seconds to get an answer. 

Surviving after those first ten seconds might have been problematic, though. But those were the problems for ten-seconds-in-the-future, older, wiser version of her. She'll manage.