November 07 2011 (Downtown, Crystal City) --- Solarix is outside for once. He was moving slowly, but without assistance. His Honor guard stood nearby, attending to him if he needed the help, although he waved them off irritably "I am not infirm." he grouses. Solarix happened to be moving that way as well, his staff clicking on the metal ground rythmically. As the strange mech in the cape catches his optics, he stops and turns to merely focus quite obviously upon Weaversplice, tilting his head as one glowing wing flicked out, and then back again.