The Guardian

The Guardian, having avoided the worst of the explosion by hurtling through the fringe of it while in the air, comes to rest in a crouch facing the center of the room. Noticing the pile of stone fragments and dust, the Guardian stands up, eyes fading from blue back to gold as its shield retracts with a faintly metallic shnick!. Suffering from little more than a few scorch marks and slightly melted armor plates, the Guardian turns to survey the room while the rest of the party argues about the best way to put a hole in a stone wall.

>Combat effectiveness lower than expected.
>Calculating... optimal configuration found.
>Reconfiguring systems.
23%...
47%...
84%...
>Modifications complete. Core settings updated.

Those standing near the Guardian and not distracted by the smoky, stinging atmosphere in the chamber notice a blue glow envelop the Guardian's left forearm, matching the glow from the right... although both look just a faint bit dimmer than before. Seeming to come back from a momentary distraction, the Guardian steps towards Tomlin's outstretched hand. "Is this mode of exploration compatible with inorganic material?"