While it would appear that the Dirophyd was still obliviously staring out the window, he had been paying careful attention to the others as they had entered, making sure to have his comm feeds open to allow for their conversations to be heard. Rothians, Masulu, humans... This was going to make for a very interesting operation indeed. Although Opus' orders from the mysterious individual were still standing, he felt it would be best to not straight up introduce himself, and 'keep his cards close to his chest', as a human once said long, long ago. For the time being, he simply feigned ignorance, and carefully analyzed their conversations. 

After some time, a Tempu entered the room, and began to address the entirety of their rag tag assortment. The agent turned slowly to look at him, and listened to his words, learning that they were going to be forced even longer to wait for their briefing. Two whole days, to be precise. Sighing in annoyance a little too loudly, Opus stood up, and joined the group, hanging back so as not to draw attention. Once they arrived to where they would be staying, was when Opus finally spoke up, raspy voice and all. "I require a small tool set and doctor's kit, Tempu. Can I get these delivered to my quarters, sooner rather than later?"

The concierge, slightly annoyed, typed into his data pad, and looked up, trying his best to not let those remarks get to him. "Of course, your requested items should be here within the hour."

"Then I will take this room, if you do not mind." The Dirophyd casually strode into the middle suite, unlocking the door, and took a seat on the communal living room couch, approached by a servant drone. "Hello, may I assi-"

"No." Was all he remarked, before waving the drone away with a flick of his wrist. "Very well sir, enjoy your stay." It hovered off, and Opus was left in peace, for the moment.