The Exo waits calmly, her finger reaching down to flick off the safety on her scout rifle. It halts ever so slightly before continuing on when she hears the language of the City. Circuits in her cybernetic brain flare as her mind processes the possibilities. Finally, she drops to a knee and swings around the pillar, barely any of her robed body showing. Only the muzzle of her rifle is displayed prominently. Aiming at the milky white substance encased in the abdomen of the Vex, Seraphim's AI comes to a decision based on a lack of information, followed by a back up plan. Question, then shoot. "Hold, Precursor," she demands. The vocal synthesizer in her mouth carefully programs her tone to sound commanding and dangerous. "This frame has questions for you. You will submit or be destroyed." As far as first impressions go, it's a poor attempt. Then again, she has a distinct lack of tactful protocol.