[Wash isn't the only one whose scanning capabilities aren't as useful in this place. On the Grid, the signatures he's reading around the corner would come with built-in ID tags, indicators of function and integrity. Users, on the other hand? Are barely more than a tangle of too-bright power. Friend or foe.
Still, although a slight twitch of the helmet acknowledges Wash's words, Rinzler's position of alertness doesn't change. He can't get much read off the users... but that's not all there is to analyze. Especially not here. Every member of the Moira's crew has a specific piece of technology locked, clamped, or welded on their wrists.
And he can't feel any MIDs.
Power hums, the blade at his side brightening as Rinzler settles to a combat crouch. He'll give Wash a moment to position, then to aim. As the first pair starts coming around the corner, Rinzler steps off the wall and twists in to strike, blade a bright diagonal slash through the air.]
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Still, although a slight twitch of the helmet acknowledges Wash's words, Rinzler's position of alertness doesn't change. He can't get much read off the users... but that's not all there is to analyze. Especially not here. Every member of the Moira's crew has a specific piece of technology locked, clamped, or welded on their wrists.
And he can't feel any MIDs.
Power hums, the blade at his side brightening as Rinzler settles to a combat crouch. He'll give Wash a moment to position, then to aim. As the first pair starts coming around the corner, Rinzler steps off the wall and twists in to strike, blade a bright diagonal slash through the air.]