It's almost as difficult not to punch the man himself, but Tech keeps his arms folded, tightly as he eyes the rebel. Rokuro's as much his squad at the moment than anyone else, and none of them would have stood for that kind of treatment of their own. But he also takes note of the look in Rokuro's eye and knows he's not about to let things slide either. But they're not going to dirty their hands with these people, especially if they're unfortunately on the same side.

Rokuro throws his darts with obvious skill, and Tech can't quite suppress the tiny smile of amusement that worms its way across his lips. He manages to smooth his expression out as the woman takes her turn, anticipating by the way she gathers the darts that she means business.

That point is only further punctuated with the force of each dart that she hurls, making the board rattle after each throw. Perhaps a little too much force, her second throw not quite making another bullseye after the first, the third firmly nailing the secondary ring. The woman grunts, not quite pleased with her performance overall, but it's still early in the game. She seems to practically sweep all three darts back into her hand in a single swipe before passing them off to Tech, her eyes lingering on him somewhat more suspiciously than her earlier looks, perhaps more cautious of the two after Rokuro's performance.

Tech steps over to the line, looking at the darts before selecting one between his fingers. He doesn't have his helmet to calculate exact angles but one can bet he's probably doing so in his head to the best of his ability, which really isn't too shabby. Eyes narrowing, he shifts his weight, pulling back his hand and the dart. His throws aren't nearly as swiftly done as the others before him, but that's because he sees no reason to hurry. Neither are they as forceful but rather taking advantage of gravity and gradual parabolas, each dart arcing slightly before plunking into various numbers of the thinner rings. Why yes, he can math just fine thank you.