He laughs, the sound floating along as he circles the console.

"You'd think I would be better at it," he says, drawling a little on certain words to only hint that he's joking. "Maybe shadowgunk just doesn't match up to time-jumping."

There's plenty of shadows and corners to slink around, and even as he's dragging a claw along the buttons and commands for the robots retrieving items, he seems to seamless blend in with the slight shadows of the walls, only to stitch back together when he hits the light.