Shark is walking up the ramp at a determined gait, intent on getting to the command level where he expects Prime to be holed up. Holed up, not entirely. If Anything Prime is actually outside of his office, mostly walking, thinking. A great deal of thinking really. There is much going on and yet no answers to the questions. He has been observant, but from the distance. Shark stops nearby and salutes. "Sir." he offers, at attention as he waits for you to notice and address him. Prime smiles behind the face-plate, which is obvious in the optics. "Hello Shark, I take it the cycle finds you well?"