"Ah," he hums softly. That makes sense. She's projecting. He tilts his head slightly, his eyes following a flicker of metal under the goo as if he might be able to learn anything by watching it so closely.

"At least you're safe," he says after a moment, glancing briefly at her. "The Protector is out there again. I don't know if you saw." He pauses here, turning his attention back to the tank.

"What's going on in there? It looks like there's metal..."