He comes back. "Ow! Shit!" He says as he puts his hand up to his cheek. "I needed that but my god it hurt! We need to... here come with me!" He briskly walks to a door that was locked, opening it quickly. It was a massive workshop, filled with crates of pieces, weapon printers, computers, workstations, etcetera, all for him. Ryker runs his hands through his hair. "Ok. Let me process what just happened."