Can those Yerrks actually do what he thinks they can do-- or can they just control the situation as quick and as painless as possible? He stared before the two before finally coming out of the shadows and towering them... like a broad and formidable wall in between those infested ones from the crew members.

Very strange for him to defend the other organics. But it was all the more a straining task. Just so he can get out of this place. But...could there be more? His darkly red visor scrutinized Connor and Murphy before he lays his hands on the electric guitar strings-- ready to strum and manipulate. "Your call, Cybil." he speaks without looking away from the two infested ones.