When the figure first appeared outside the window, the enforcer's black mask tipped that way immediately. User-shaped; just observing from outside... but with a red light behind its eyes that almost mapped familiar. His own scans might not penetrate the door, but Rinzler watched back as the glow dimmed and faded.

Still no move to enter, but that was fine. He could wait. It was a frequent default (if one he'd always, always hated); penned in and waiting for a task to come. These users had no ownership over his functions, but he could stall just as easily for opportunity as for command—and with much more satisfaction when the moment came.

The voice that calls across the intercom isn't that, but it's not objectionable, either. Still, Wanda won't hear any response. The only sound the speaker will pick up is a low, ticking rattle, mechanical and even. Instead, Rinzler's reply comes in a slight angle of the mask she's watching through the window. Query. Restatement request. 'Why'? The program's actions seem perfectly clear, at least to him.

She's going to need to clarify.