The touch is appreciated, and maybe necessary, because after looking 'through' the trucks around them to detect the still-beating hearts of every guard and driver left remaining, Rokuro is struck with a sever wave of vertigo.

"Y-Yes."

He weaves slightly on his feet before physically shaking it off, replacing the bandages over his chalcedony eye to dull the glow and ease some of the strain. Just to look requires a substantial amount of energy, and when covered Rokuro is less tempted to 'cheat' with his godly vision.

"Yes, we are clear." He inhales through his nose, breathes out through his mouth, and nods in affirmation. Ready to assist Tech with the removal of the body-- or at least attempt to.