His jaw tightens, a frown tugging at his lips. His gun lowers slowly, and his eyes flick down to the source of the mechanical sound. He's long since gotten used to her accident, her replacement arm, long since come to terms with it, but it's still a source of interest. If this were years ago, he might have a few remarks, a few questions, he might be a little more animated about the fact that she has a goddamn robot arm. As it stands, he simply drops his arm down to his side and studies the hall around them.

"Whatever this is's got nothing to do with that, " he replies firmly, the drop it clearly evident in his tone. By and large, it's starting to look an awful lot like his god damn plan was fucking ruined whatever the fuck is going on here, but one way or another that plan's going back on the rails and he's not about to throw a few additional obsticals in it's path. She can deal with being in the dark.