Rolling his eyes at the rebels, Tech doesn't even bother to offer a farewell as he walks out after Rokuro. The cool air feels good on his face, still somewhat flushed from their drinking and mostly from just being in a crowded space. There's a tingle of a headache that he anticipates will only get worse later on, but for now the fresh air helps.

He lifts his head, looking up at the night sky. "We'll manage," Tech says after a moment. That they've kept their heads this long at least seems a positive thing. Whatever pseudo-adrenaline rush that had been sparked by the rebels making such ridiculous claims of them has already started to dissipate once the dart game had finished, and with it, his ability to focus.

"Best we get back to our quarters while we can still manage."