He actually winces a bit, and shifts his grip on the device to idly scratch the scarred side of his face. "Sorry. It uh. The goggles caught me off guard there. But yeah. Clockwise seems like a plan."

And then it's all business. Sweeping the device around in an attempt to zero in on some sound. And wondering, in the back of his mind, if those they know are going to get swept into this. But they're unknowns, he keeps reasoning. "Oh, it's mister now, but - "

Whatever he was going to say there cuts off as biotic blue flares to life. Immediately. The device temporarily ignored as his free hand goes to where his crossbow is strung. He's spun on a heel, ready - and -

"... Look, I'm no judge of art but that? That's just a horror vid prop." Hold on, though. "Guessing it's not supposed to be on the ground."