🔷 "Sanchez, I REALLY MUST insist that you—GET YOUR F-F-FILTHY MITTS—stop digging around in the ship! It's my body, Ordis does not appreciate being manhandled." The Cephalon attempts a polite rebuke, though his frustration is evident in his digital voice. So far, simply speaking through the "intercom" was what he could manage... his drone body was recharging. Not that it would be helpful here.
"And I don't appreciate malfunctioning AI's telling me what to do." He was fully aware that AI was not an accurate description...he was just being an asshole.
Ok, so maybe his contact was a bit mistaken in that this was a decommissioned ship. Woops. Either way, he wasn't leaving until he found what he needed. Although, with the knowledge that the ship was in fact the Cephalon's body, that just made him even rougher as he was tearing his way through the ship.