Rokuro stays close enough to Tech he nearly replaces his shadow. The time for small-talk and comradery is over. If their eyes (and eye) aren't on the prize, and subsequently the exit, they'll blow the mission for everyone else, or worse.

A guard turns unexpectedly towards the truck they're standing near, and Rokuro doesn't wait for Tech's order to scramble beneath the undercarriage as he directed. A moment later, there's the sound of a zip and steady stream of liquid hitting the ground, not far from where they are laying. Rokuro wrinkles his nose, turning his head away.

The Sylphid sighs heavily, zipping up before walking away with slow, heavy footsteps.

"Rude."