The nod that follows is little more than vague acknowledgement that he heard her. Something about his expression tightens at the mention of an exam. While admittedly somewhat commonplace for Nietzscheans, medical procedures at the behest of others have proven to be something of a standoff on more than one occasion. A standoff during which he is rarely permitted to be armed.

Nevertheless, Tyr knows how to pick his moments for rebellion, and he reasons cooperation for the time being is wiser than mounting a one-man resistance on a ship he knows nothing about.

"And will they have something to say about my weaponry?" He shifts the gun on his shoulder. He hasn't missed the fact that she has her own, but if he chooses to believe that she is not, in fact, lying to him about how similar their positions are, she has been here longer. To say nothing of the fact that he is wearing three guns, two knives, and force lance.