"There is nothing wrong with a phlegmatic humor, though I myself have been most often said to be choleric or melancholic by nature." He nods back, and looks out over the fields.

"I will contact you, in time, if nothing else to meet you in the sensorium for training."

He slides his helmet back on after a moment, his voice again muffled and static-sounding. "But for now, I shall take my leave. I will be seeking out this Kang, perhaps he has come down to the planet." He bows to her, his armor making a dull growl as he does so, the servomotors compensating for and assisting the movement.

"Good day to you, Satellizer El Bridget. The Emperor protects."

He turns to leave, but doesn't stride off so quickly she can't bid him a farewell if she so desires. He may be abrupt, but he's not trying to be purposefully rude.