Drifting into the inkwell of space he reeled his vision around at the others, planning his own course of action as they all seemed entirely focused on the single enemy and gunning it down with extreme, and unfortunate levels of prejudice. Royce tilted his head, and his eyes narrowed as he brought his on board sensors and camera to a fix and zoom upon the lone figure. After a moment a smile crept across his face, and he even feigned a slight of a laugh all to himself. "Now who was stupid enough to fund that brick." He wasn't speaking to the others, he wasn't even transmitting over any voice channels, seemingly speaking to himself; that was until the personalized AI Selvet spoke up. "What is it?" She asked, to which the engineer just shook his head slowly. "A waste of money, trying to prove it's use now. If it's what I think it is at least." The pitiful engineer's Mindy continued drifting in a slow, equally pitiful circle as he watched. Blinking once, then a second time just for good effect Royce muttered in a dull, fairly bored tone.
"I need to get on that station.."
The human scrunched his face and flicked his transmitter on, doing his best to sound excited about his first time in combat! "Ah, um!" He rolled his eyes, bobbed his head between the pause before speaking again in the most urgent tone he could muster. "I think we need to press to the station! Yeah! I mean, this seems to be a distraction if anything, it's a lone unit, and looks to be built for defense and sponging shots, we can force it back and try boarding, I think, I mean, can you dig it?" Royce switched off the broadcast to the rest of the crew and ship, and without missing a beat his wonderfully bitchy AI chimed in. "Did you really just say, can you dig it?" Royce closed his eyes, and pushed a breath from his already irritated, pursed lips before managing a small mumbling phrase with a level of calm the AI was all but used to.
"Fuck off, Selvet."
And with those simple, wise words his Mindy jetted forward, then shot downward in a staccato of sharp movements that separated him from the rest of the group quickly as he made a wide arc towards the station. Strangely enough, each move seemed calculated and direct. For someone who was meant to be new to flying a Mindy, he seemed to have a good understanding of how to maneuver one for whatever reason. He didn't wait for orders, and that was a problem he'd tackle later on. He couldn't let Soft beat him to his prize, hell, they didn't even know there was a prize at the end of all of this, and without anyone there to claim it; it very well might end in a spectacular explosion.