With a nod, inwardly thankful that Link is in agreement. Tech leaves him to make sure his weapon and wing pieces are stored, pushing the empty box back into place before starting down the aisle towards the warehouse front.

He checks his tablet for a quick scan once they get closer to the door to make sure no one's approaching. The last thing they need is some questions on potentially suspicious activity, but thankfully it looks clear so far. Guarding these must be a dull job.