He begins to deliriously speak, though he's unintelligible. He continues to move the stump of his Prosthetic arm as if he's fighting, though the arm itself is nowhere to be seen.
English
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Sheyen sighs and speaks "For God's sake man. I daresay that I'm becoming a little angry."
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A voice plays through an external speaker in his armor. The voice is female. "What did you expect, poetry?"
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"Well, something coherent at the very least. If you can, see if you can work your way to the cockpit. Deceiver is there."
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"... In case you haven't noticed, I don't have a body. The person in this suit of armor is unconscious, because he just got the shit kicked out of him. What's our ETA?"
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"I can very well see that you don't have a body. I was referring to going to the cockpit through wiring. About 30 minutes to an hour, is say."