One of the passive intruder's drones whirred warningly, as if its tiny gun attached to its chassis had any power against you. The mechanical right claw of its owner raised. "Easy, CROSSHAIRS. Be normal." He scolded aloud in a clearly metallic voice. The other shoulder's drone chirruped its own melodic message, as if saying "yeah, what he said!" to its companion.
Then, another script was requested to be run. This one contained a larger packet of information, consisting of several dozen lines of decrypted information, though with clearly redacted portions. The intruder's designation was the very creatively named "OPERATOR." Basic biographical data was sent along as well, his height, his weight, his age. Then, perhaps most intriguingly, he had claimed he was captive on the UES Safe Travels, citing the ankle monitor on his person, as well as the quite conspicuous cuff on his singular organic arm.
The information was at least 52 megabytes. Text wasn't that heavy, he had put something else in the program.
Well; the drones name is CROSSHAIRS?
Interesting; you are also named Operator.
Good to meet; you Operator!
Now; Mind letting me download anything from UES safe travels?
I could take it; from you directly or do you wish for immortality in this paradise?