Hmph. And Kaiba thought he was the resident jerk. He bristles as he walks, definitely not as excited as...certain members of this esteemed group. With some practice, it gets easier to follow the trail, and he's keeping up, but not saying much.

Then, of course---trouble, right on time. He yells and dives into a roll, head snapping toward the drone when it appears. His fingers draw his knives, as useless as they'll likely be. But he throws two knives at the smallest joint he can see, just in the hopes of slowing it down. The others are far better equipped to fight it, he knows that much.