Pacing the distance of the Hangar Bay, Cyclonus wears his scowl in usual fashion.. walking back and forth, passing the 'object' numerous times. In their usual lackey fashion, the Overlord's two personal lieutenants stand by to the side. Trying to avoid direct optic contact with Cyclonus, and looking for another peon to take it out on. At least there is one universal constant, crap rolls downhill. From the left, Pullstring starts to snicker at the Seeker's verbal lashings. For being a small guy, he does a really good job of looking royally pissed off. "Who are you to question -his- motives?"