Rokuro holds others to a what some may consider impossibly high standards and rarely suffers fools, but however harsh his criticism and exacting his demands, he is twice as harsh and exacting when it comes to himself. If he doesn't make up for his perceived failures now, he will only suffer more for them later.

While Tech stows the guard away, Rokuro looks around the edge of the truck to confirm his prediction. Most of the Sylphid are still milling about near their fallen comrade, attempting to respectfully move the body and reassign a driver to the stopped truck. There were two guards walking down the sides of the convoy performing routine checks, but with one down? They should have time before his partner completes their circuit, and even longer before they notice anyone is gone.

Once Tech is ready, he'll gesture to the next closest truck. This one doesn't have a convenient hole in the canvas, but if Rokuro simply slashes the roof he should be able to slip inside and back out again without anyone being the wiser until maintenance.

Meaningful eye-contact established, he will dart to the target truck, staying low to the ground, and peer around the other edge to make sure they're clear before gesturing Tech over. Whatever they did before, they'll do again. Faster, smoother, quieter. Right.