It's been three centicycles since the threat appeared. Ten user-days hunting and searching, guarding his allies and rushing to their side. And a little less than that since Texas reached out to coordinate. Calling on security, or whoever would stand in. Strategizing—successfully—for how to trap a threat they couldn't kill.

Rinzler's role was in pursuit. Targeting the threat where it surfaced, and driving it in the direction required for containment in the end. The specific mechanisms of their box are an [unknown], and with the danger fully quarantined, he doesn't have a purpose here. Still, he lingers as the other combatants disperse, helmet turned toward the container.

And a little less directly, on the user taking charge of it.