The hologram blinks out without so much as a word. The space between one slot and the next is a veritable infinity of silence and darkness- then the chip is pressed in, the unit hums online as his chip recedes into the storage device. A plate slides over where it'd been to leave a smooth, unbroken surface and for a moment? All is quiet.

Then the unit blares to life and the unit uncurls. Unfolds into the shape of a solid armored man, roughly ten inches tall. A physical replica of his hologram in full articulated detail from the lights on his helmet to the shade of green on the armor's plating.

Delta stands, taps his fingers together before peering around the room, looking back to the door where York lies beyond. "Thank you."