Serph's expression stills for a brief moment at the mention of microchips. If things in the Junkyard had gone as it was intended, he wouldn't exist and his combat data programmed into the microchips. As it is, the combat data had already been extracted. But at least his existance continues.

Collecting himself he nods, crouching to pick over the wreckages of raiders and chromehounds. Unfortunately, there's so much that's badly damaged with the fighting. But a small collection of cameras (mostly from the heads) and chips build up next to him.