When Kleo didn't react, her eyes remained fixed on the drifting structure, and then the figure behind the glass helmeted, motionless, staring back. The connection came gradually, like an object rising from a muddy lake that was full of farts and stupid ass shit. “...League-made," she said softly over comms. "After the war. Those module units were never meant for a station - duh."

Her visor dimmed lightly as she filtered her feed, just scanning the suit inside the glass. Thermal cold, no motion. She looked some more, though, and tightened the scan parameters, hunting for anything that was out of place. "No life signs dewd." she said flatly. "Running diagnostic checks on signals."

There was a moment's pause.

"If it's sending a signal it's not obvious."

Kleo's focus changed, and she pulled in their shared link—the trench, the spike, the dead body with the faint pulsing energy running through it. The connections between them. It wasn't chaotic. It wasn't decaying. "That isn't a disease or magic shit," she said. "That is organized like the mass is contained. That spike doesn't look like debris either it looks like it's transmitting some sort of fucking data." She points a paw out to the tower.

"I would bet that is where." She changed her footing slightly, and subtly angled herself to get a better view of the roaming camera unit that Echo had identified. Her movements became deliberate, measured. "One more thing," Kleo added. "We're getting interference from our scans, but that drone isn't. Either the field is selective, or it is keyed to something we do not possess."