Dualscar waits the absolute minimum amount of time, waiting to see that ship sail off into the horizon, before he whirls and stalks back to the hive. He maintains the highblood act until he's inside, just in case anyone is watching him through a pair of binoculars; as soon as the door closes behind him, though, it all bleeds away. His shoulders hunch forward, and he fumbles his armor chestplate off, handing it to a waiting drone.

"Wwhere'd he go?"

The drone gestures towards the room where the Psiioniic was supposed to stay, until he found out about the library, and Dualscar hurries up the stairs. Once he's there, though, he hesitates in the doorway, unsure.

"Howw is she?"