Aurelius's eyes flicked over the images, recording the maps to memory--then he looked over his teammates, doing much the same. If the Guerillas were any less adept, he thought bitterly, The rest of these might actually see a battle or two. Always need their work cut out for them...
He flexed the fingers of his mechanical arm and they moved with only the slightest grinding sound. Still, if there was anything to fear from the Princess's appearance, at he knew his team would be kept in practice. Finished with the screens, he stepped away from them to allow someone else to have a turn. On his way out he paused and gazed quite seriously at Kylar, a long pause preceding his words as though gauging the value of imparting them, "I hope that the endurance of your body can match your mouth."
Satisfied, he leaned against the wall beside the door jamb, ready to leave.