"...." Aftermath awkwardly rubs the back of his head, looking away from Brass for a moment. It was still... very strange dealing with people who were worried about him. After a bit of internal debate, he pulls a human-sized radio from his inventory and strides over to hold out to her; it was usually used to coordinate with some of the smaller people he's worked with.

"The signal will probably drop the moment I'm in too deep. You don't need to stay around after that." That was comforting, right?

"I'm hoping to find a server room and some way to access the information within it. And then, hopefully, something about what had happened here."