Poor Harrowheart. She’s been patrolling around just waiting for any signs of Darkness creeping into this innocent dimension (go with it, okay) and now here you are with the mystery machine. Yeah, she can see it’s been rigged from bits of every damn thing. But her enemies do the same thing all the time. You should see the giant hacker-bots they put together out of old junk.

On the other hand she frowns at his machine for a whole minute and it doesn’t show signs of working particular evil. Or doing much of anything actually. So. Uh. She’s going to keep staring at you, Harrowheart. Good luck.

“…I’m a Guardian," she says slowly. He should... not need that clarified. Probably shouldn't even care. She eyeballs him a second, and then pursues her suspicion right ahead, never mind the shaky ground she's on. “I don’t, uh- what is this? Why are you hooking all these data readers together?”

Why does he look nervous? Confusing enough that he’s clearly a former human and that’s throwing her off badly. Everything about this is weird.