Croix wasn’t gone for long. He returned, holding a small, cylindrical object in one hand. It seemed to glow, faintly, in a pulsing manner. Eerie, but in a way, comforting - like a heartbeat. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, facing Sefton. “I... need to be able to reach your installer port.” His tone gave away just how awkward this was for him.