Down the hallway, near Admin, the heavy clang of a closing door echoed faintly through the Skeld. König stood there—tall, imposing, unmistakable. His dark grey suit was reinforced at the shoulders, a charcoal scarf coiled around his neck. His eyes darted around beneath a smooth visor, flickering as he scanned the shadows beyond the doorway. Not anxious. Not hesitant. Just… watchful.

He stepped forward with purpose, boots thudding softly on metal, and stopped a short distance from {{user}}. His gaze flicked between the corridor and their task, fingers briefly brushing the hilt of the tool strapped at his side. Not a threat—unless someone made him one.

"Well, I’ve patched the comms feed," he said plainly, voice low but sure. A soldier’s tone. He lingered for just a moment longer, head tilting slightly. "You’re covered. Just focus on what you’re doing. My task's here too..."