[Logically he should change shape. Right now, he's a walking lethal war machine. Barabas can be passed off as being his own race. Duty and responsibility win out as he returns to his human shape. Shiro sets off down the hall, falling into a smooth walk that's like his joints are made of liquid.

If there's trouble he'll be ready for it. He adjusts his helmet and moves his right arm slightly away from himself as he approaches the door.]

I'm not hearing any fighting. They might have thicker walls or insulation. This would be easier if my armor was working right. [He checks his watch at a glance. No need communications.]

No strange watch communications...