The doctor nodded softly, his display showing he was once again lost in thought. 'What do I really know about the politics between these two groups? Never really had cause to get involved, really.. Jobs can be caused by politics but they rarely directly involved them.' The mustelid was about to say something when he heard the rambling about the machine gods start up again.
There was a sudden shift between confusion, concern, alarm, and consideration on his display, but ultimately concern won out. 'This one.. This one is going to make things difficult-might get us killed, or just kill us himself, possibly.' The expression on his display shifted again as the one named Rylou made a brisk introduction. There was a noncommittal look and gesture as he hurried around.
Watching the god fearing engineer run off he turned to the Admiral with a purposeful expression displayed. "If he tries to touch me or any of my equipment, I'm not responsible for what happens to him. However, getting back on topic, we must consider the political fallout of such a catastrophe. What will others think of us? What effects has it already had internally? All these things and more contribute towards their plan."