The more he pulled at this thread, the less satisfying the answers to his questions. 'Exactly the right angle...' 'Vindicare Temple of Snipers...' 'Robot...' 'Xenos treachery...' Though Eunicornus had been very elucidatory, the answers to this question sat squarely somewhere between 'very lucky' and 'unknown technology.' Vigrid fidgeted as it became obvious from the awe in Eunicornus' voice that they had finished speaking and had come to the end of their knowledge about the subject--at least the end of their summary knowledge. Anything else was probably burned into their muscle memory on how to combat this technology. The hair on the back of Vigrid's neck stood up.

From the corner of his eye Vigrid noticed the ungloved hands of Ramona as she struck her pipe. The fine motor functions of her digits danced precisely along her task as something which was a matter of course. When she voiced her opinion, he added:

"I concur, whomever supplied the Archmagos with the Displacer Field must have sabotaged it. Luck is a fool's word for the preparation of the wise," for a moment he turned to Ramona, as if logging the information aloud and summarizing his train of thought in case it sparked something for his cohort. "You wouldn't happen to know where Archmagos Toros may have obtained such technology, would you?"

His question was met by the visored eyes of Eunicornus. There was something there, in that split second Vigrid met their gaze, something that tugged at his gut. Why had Eunicornus not removed their mask? Sure, some Astartes, especially those who had been alone on missions for too long, who preferred to keep their helmets on, but there was something else here. Could it be that Eunicornus lost more than just their arms in battle, and they--for some reason unknown--did not see fit to show their scars? It could be nothing. But there was a conspiracy rising in the back of Vigrid's mind as he took another appraising look of Eunicornus, now that they were both relaxed and conversing. Maybe their body language or something in their armor had more to tell him.

When Ramona introduced herself, she met his eye for a moment, searchingly. Something nagged him in the back of his mind still, but he brought himself to reply with a curt nod in the negative: this Astartes was not their assassin. At her request for a tour, Vigrid eyed the Dark Angel, measuring their response.