[ Sirius doesn't know how to handle decompressing squishy feelings but he DOES know how to handle Getting A Job Done. He deftly squirrels away all the little chips and bits and pieces necessary to the data of each machine. ]

Protection, then. Though it didn't do them much good. [ He leaves it alone, continuing his work.

More silence, then. ]

So what did it say to you? You look like you've been through zero-g turbulence.