In quite the opposite manner of the trooper, someone else approached, their arrival preceded by a whistling, although if one were listening closely enough, there was something slightly strange to the sound itself, like it was being filtered or had some kind of faint echo.

It was soon enough that the man came wandering in with a jaunty step, arms swaying this way and that in counterbalance like someone who hadn't a care in the world. Most notable would be his face, a mask of metal- or perhaps not a mask at all.

"Now leeeet's seee...." the Exo mused aloud as his glowing eyes scanned the rows of plantlife around him. "No, I do not think I am desperate enough to try stuffing cyananas in the still..."