Executor had been making his way through the vastly overgrown halls, tearing vines asunder as he travels. Plant matter covers his face and his hair, but his battle gear remains largely unstained. It's of good make.

He finds his way to an upper deck of some sort. The sun is bright, and he has to squint for his vision to adjust. This does give a better vantage point if any dangers come from outside the landship-

There's someone else up here. A civilian? A guard? Executor turns, stepping through and around trees to follow the sound, only to eventually find...

...his assessment may be a bit off. The person seems to be living, but also of the qualities of a robot, or a droid like what the Pope gave him. But their voice is loud and lifelike, with only a hint of metallic echo.

He also notes the firearm. Executor approaches, making sure his steps can be heard to not startle this person.

"I can hear you. I have been informed I have no talent for singing, however. I can still make the attempt if you wish."