[Falcon's attention is held, but only barely, by the computerised face on the screen. He knows that he and Sander are wondering into danger, the constant flashing on his helmet display reminding him of that, yet against his better judgement, he still goes on to look around the room.
He leaves Sander to do the talking, the man would be a lot better at it than he was himself, but he doesn't move to far away from him.
He cannot find his target, but he doesn't drop his guard.]
Your station huh? [He added after Sander had spoken, half under his breath.]