[The conversation continues on, and SecUnit picks its way in among the scattered vehicles of the Convoy, not looking at Danse as it moves but its helmeted head occasionally twitching to the side in the kind of quick situation check that will be familiar to anyone who's spent much time in combat. It's on alert for trouble, but not expecting it at this exact moment, as it keeps its pace adjusted and chooses a path through the vehicles that obscure sight lines to the outer edge of the Convoy where the raiders might still be active.]

Better that way. No one traveling with the Convoy has identified themself as a scientist with that expertise.

[A few tech-savvy ones, some who claim experience with magic, which. Okay sure whatever. But it doesn't think they have anyone who could maintain that. (Okay Jayce and Viktor are scientists, but SecUnit isn't impressed with their safety protocols or their noise disturbances).]

Current population requires a minimum of one more SecUnit or at least two more trained humans for safety. [Why yes, it does consider itself the equivalent of at least two trained humans.] No one's in charge of this piece of shit Convoy, but I've done security work in hostile environments with surveyors. It's a [Shit, what's the word Pin-Lee uses? The Colony solicitor, too...] pro bono contract.