Salvo drops the gun/angelicon- mostly out of surprise, though the sudden mass-shift broke her grip somewhat, too.
"Let's start with who you are, first," Salvo replies. "And what you were doing mode-locked in a carry-on."
"Uh, hey," Gronius interjects, "does this place seem a little big to any of you guys?"
Indeed, the arena seemed rather large in scale, despite it being- presumably- located within the fortress' center spire.
The figure raises his hand, his open palm facing Scorchlock.
"Because I am not your enemy, Sorchlock," he says. His voice- his very presence- seemed to exude a reassuring, benevolent aura.
"Your enemies are far from this world," he continues, "but they are fast approaching."
Sprocket was ready to investigate the mysterious spire near Salvation.