For a second, Alex wonders if he should hold to what he said and wear the power armor the guy was in. It would make it interesting, at any rate, but he's reminded of the Legate suddenly, and feels ill at the thought. He's tired still, worn out, and seriously hasn't eaten in weeks, and he slings the rifle over his back and looks half-hearted at Red Glare. It feels like it was a waste to bring that. More of a waste to even take it out. He wasn't going to use it in a place like this, but the bluff hadn't worked and it had only ended up a shield. A good one, at least. He'll clean it up later.

Along with the rest.

At the moment, he turns his feet back to the hall, slipping inside the room to a strange sight.

ED-E, unused to this kind of affection, gives a soft burble at Neil's kind tone.