Ivor would do his best to stick to hovering behind the investigator. It seemed the questions were about to head somewhere, instead of moving through the circles. He tried to slip back into standing tall, and looking in control once more but his poker face was slipping. Especially as he recalled trying to fight those [i]things[/i]. It was hardly a fight, at most, the troops were able to suppress and slow them down. It didn't look like those [i]things[/i] wore armor, but it nearly took a clip of regular ammunition to keep them from moving again. At least knocking them down was fairly easy.
But with standard weaponry, he doubted they could handle more than a small skirmish with them.
It was a good thing his job had mostly been to help evacuate the area and help firemen put out what flames they could.

Ivor's face only darkened and drooped as Eric had continued their descriptions of the ships.
Lasers? Teleporters? Blocky and hovering in the air without mentioned rotors? This was definitely some horror out of a science fiction radio play. He couldn't scramble his brain for how any of those would work, and if these [i]things[/i] could teleport.. Where else could they end up? Just how fast?
Would the higher ups even be able to scramble troops fast enough to slow them down?

A bead of sweat dripped down the side of his head as he thought about the possible implications.

[color=#f01a89]"Did, the laser damage the bird or did it shut it down? And was there anything out there that they were searching around, or were near in those woods? Anything that you might've seen on the ground?"[/color]
Ivor spoke out, before wincing and pressing his back against the wall.
He, wasn't supposed to talk much on this investigation, at least not yet.
The worry starting to crawl across him was cracking through, though he'd do his best to hide it back behind his cover.