Zilex had quite a lot of work to do, working for Miqol. Being the secretary of the chief meant a plate full of things to keep running. Complaints from the villagers written down here, potential locations of important pieces of their culture there… His files were filled to the brim with things to keep track of.

It was fine, of course. He enjoyed his work, or he wouldn't be doing it. The other staff of Junks usually helped out a bit, too, thank Meyneth. If he had to do it all on his own, he was sure it would fry a circuit or three…

Though sometimes, his job involved things a bit out of his sphere of expertise. He liked to look at data and gather information, it was his calling, if anything. He was good at it, and it let him pour over what he cared about.

What he was not good at was babysitting the child of the chief. The child who clearly had a number of issues, given the nature of their very existence. How was he supposed to keep them happy and busy when he had so much to do?

He was still trying to figure it all out, even though he had been babysitting for a good three-hundred years at this point. Menyx was just a strange child, hard to take care of. Didn't help that his boss left it to others most of the time… He got that it took a village to raise a child, but the actual parents could help out, still!

For now, he bounced Menyx on his hip, looking over his files again. This at least kept them from breaking into tears, which was about all he could ask for. They didn't seem to like his armour, which he couldn't blame them for. Not like they grew up around this being the norm…

He sighed to himself, turning back to his work. Bozatrox had recently complained about how boring the arm was, so he would need to assign her to a Mechonis outpost for a while. Kazat was unhappy with his gun again, but nothing he did fixed that so he put that on the backburner…

He continued down the list, ignoring the way Menyx was now chewing on his fingers, clearly bored out of their mind. Wasn't like their little teeth could do much damage to him, and if it kept them from screaming, he would deal with it. He had to look over data on possible areas worth searching again.

The inlet beach could have fallen items from the sword, could include some of their history. He would send someone out there to look for any data modules in case that was in fact the case. The first digit also may have some Mechon with important data in their head. He would send a squad who could dispatch them without much issue when he had a chance.

Closing the file, he sighed and looked to Menyx. "Well, at least some of my job is easy, right?"

Menyx simply continued to chew on his hand, ignoring his words. Yeah, that's what he expected…