As much as he can see Rokuro's point, Tech still feels that 'tinker' is the best application to what he does. He throws things together from parts he finds in his spare time, sometimes not quite sure what he's intending the end result to be. Other times he'll manage to cobble something together as might seem necessary, but all the same, it's usually from scrap, and technically as soldiers they weren't really allowed to possess anything. Since they had always been kept on a loose leash they didn't particularly follow a whole lot of expected protocols either way.

Tech frowns, looking from the tablet towards Rokuro and the general direction that they'd been observing. Well, supposed to have been, anyway.

"How many? We need numbers and designations- identifying symbols for what they might be carrying."