Miss Walker I can tolerate for now, but I cannot abide by this barbarian!
I cannot fathom how she even lives, much less how she ended up here! A primitive mind like hers could never have operated the contraptions in the starlit sanctuary. Yet here she stands, and worst of all, she wears a suit of Edmundium armor! The very thing I seek has already been claimed by some savage, sword wielding tart!
It's outrageous! Such a beautiful product of science should not be sullied by her bloodstained hands. No, Rockwell. You must be calm. If she senses hostility, she will surely kill you on the spot.
Yes, for now I must bide my time and learn what I can. Whoever constructed this armor, I must find them.