Tyrus decided to let the improvements go. He saw no way to propose them without giving his cover away or at least having to introduce a new series of lies to make it work. It was how these things spun out of control.

It left him with a nagging sense of guilt, though.

The appearance of Six proved a ready distraction from those thoughts. He turns and looked at the little construct. As he looked over it, he knelt down to get a closer look. "Damn," he murmured softly. "This thing is off the hook!" He squinted at it. He took more detailed notes than he really could ever make as Travis. "What's this thing on its tail?"