L̶̦̑u̷̻͊c̸̥͂ḳ̷̛ý̸̭ ̸̥͑ỳ̷̧o̸͍͑u̵̖͐ ̵͎̊ḧ̵̟́a̵̦̾d̶͍̈́ ̶̛͉a̷̩̍l̷̤͗l̷͈̃ ̴̛̰ț̶̋ḧ̴̟́a̶̮͌t̷̢̐ ̵̩́t̸̛̮r̷̲̕a̴̖͘ī̴̮n̴̪͝ì̷̧n̵͇͌g̸̦̔.̸̧̄

[ A blip, distortion in his circuitry as his long-range communications go offline. It's a blessing, really; two people (people?) already provide too many opinions for everything to be nice and clean, the way it should be. The way it would be, if they hadn't gone overboard with his own specifications. There's a garbled electronic sound, like someone trying to choke out an ice cream van, and his voice goes back to normal. ]

It's doubling back. Loading bay, I think.