"God damn chiten!" grumbles Sigma-3, as he continues to sift through a patch a chiten for a clue, an indication, a rune, something that will point him towards what he's looking for. However, he gets the distinct feeling that he's been noticed by someone, or something. He then turns toward the source of this disturbance, only to find a fellow Guardian gathering together pages from an old journal of some kind. He decides to approach nonthreatingly, but, cautious as ever, his hand is ready to reach for his gun if need be. He then says to the stranger, "Hello, fellow Guardian. What exactly are you doing here in the Dreadnaught?"