Shark is cruising around his patrol route at a reasonable pace, not too fast so he doesn't miss anything important via his scanners, radar or sonar.. but not too slow either. His hover engine humming along just a tad noisily. Shark lets his rifle rest in his hand for now, lowered toward the ground, just in case. He still bears a indentation from that bite you gave him upon his neck. He nods a bit to the reply, then states, "Part of my patrol route is out here. Didn't think I'd run into you though." he states. Not seeming to mind the sickening sound.